The National Peanut Festival rolled into town last weekend. It really is the epitome of the deep south experience. A true carnival in every sense of the word. Yes, there's the expected creaky rides and fried food, but the Peanut Festival offers a greased pig competition, blue ribbons for the best cotton and peanuts grown in the area, and a exhibition of "peanut handicrafts" that is truly as weird as it sounds.
Grandma and Grandpa were thrilled to be able to experience it with us this year. My mom kept saying, "It really is just rides and food, isn't it?", and for the most part it is. There's the occasional Scentsy vendor, a tractor display, and The Pointer Sisters had a concert there this year, but the lights of the midway are the reason people come from hours away to experience the Peanut Festival.
Bugged we were spending so much time in "kiddie land"
Bugged his feet couldn't reach the gas pedal so he had to ride with his brother...
"Mom!!, it's a , wait what do you call this thing with stripes again?"
We finally made it out of kiddie land.
I didn't document our food consumption, but I assure you it was gluttonous. Corndogs, (supposedly the world's best, at least that's what it says on the side of the food truck), elephant ears, ribeye sandwiches, roasted corn on the cob, boiled peanuts, fresh squeezed lemonade, and more corn dogs, because one is never enough.
We'll definitely be back next year.
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