I’ll take a Turkey leg please

Smell the funnel cakes, sniff the corndogs, see the lemonade stands….sweat to death and want to die.

Yep, that’s what the North Georgia State Fair was to me on Saturday. Don’t get me wrong. I love love love fairs. I love everything about them. I love the strange crowds (hellllllooooo people watching), I love the food, I LOVE THE ANIMALS, but for some reason I just wasn’t feeling it, at first.

The weather in Atlanta has been feeling much more fall-ish. So I went shopping and selected what are going to be my fall-themed clothing for this year. And my itch to wear them was more powerful than what the thermometer said.

I mean, I didn’t have on a wool sweater or anything, but jeez… it was hot! Maybe it was the gasoline from the rides or the smell from the deep fryer, but for a minute there, I wasn’t sure I was going to make it. It was more like crop top and cut off jean short weather than cute fall skirt weather.

It was a beautiful day, just not what I expected. And that dang tilt-a-whirl… riiiiight.

I go to the fair for 2 reasons: food and animals. That is all I care about really. I know there are rides: don’t care. Leave me in the petting zoo and get me a snack. I’ve always been this way, its nothing new.

I know that the rides are fun. I like rides. I love Carowinds (the amusement park of my youth) and I love Six Flags, but at the fair, I have other business to take care of.

I walked in, took a left and went straight to the animals. No need to waste any time.

Mini horses. I want one. My cousin had one once. His name was Duke and I was insanely jealous, hence refused to play with Duke to make my point.

Skinny baby cow.

I have an OBSESSION with goats. More specifically Pygmy goats. I seriously want one for my backyard. I have a named picked out and everything. 

If that’s not precious… I don’t know what is. 

I think that’s a llama, but I don’t really care. Goats are cuter. 

Fluffy sheep.

The goats were not shy. 

I hung over the fence and called for goats to come over to me for about 1/2 an hour before bf dragged me away saying that I was annoying the goats (and apparently other children people). 
Cocks cone.

Back in the olden days, my family used to go to the NC state fair every year. There were tubs and tubs of baby ducks (and chicks). I would bee-line for my ducks, sit on the saw dust and play with chicks all day. My family hated this ritual and would stand outside the tent and complain while I cried about not being able to take one home. 

Seeing a cow’s udder reminding me of a story where my brother once said to my dad “Can I drank it frum the udder ded?” 

While waiting in line for another animal tent, I turned to see this peering at me. Spooky!

Clearly this was the exotic animal tent. 

The friendliest animal in the place. We had a bond. 

Now for the rides. Well the one ride that bf rode. I had just eaten. I was in charge of holding everyone’s crap. 
Look at that sky! What a gorgeous day it was (albeit too hot for October). 

Then the food…
We had decided when we got there that he would get a turkey leg and a funnel cake while I would get a corndog and a candy apple. I was so excited. But as we walked around, suddenly we became indecisive. 

There was so much going on food-wise. But…

Bf decided to go for the Turkey leg, despite other temptation. While I went for….

The corndog. Yum.

The best part though was the lemonade. We ended up getting 3! They were made with sugar, water, and fresh squeezed lemon juice. So good!

I took a bunch of pictures of hilarious signs while we were there. 

I totally went for the Giant River Rat (ALIVE!). I peeked in and it was… a Capybara. Poor things. And they are not rats. Apparently they make pretty good pets and love the water. I want one. 

Almost!!!!

I thought that this was hilarious. Bf and I were racing up to it at the same time trying to snap a picture. 

Then came the redneck part that I loved.
Those are some bald tires. How safe. 

“Hey baby. Thisisoursongwhenwefirststarteddating!” Inside joke, but you get the gist. 

I’ll leave you with a cute picture.
Yeah, it was all hearts and rainbows and wishing that’d be me someday until they started full force making out. Seriously. 

Pizza on the griiiill

Pizza on the grill is one of my favorite meals to cook. Its not only FUN, but you can also make it as unhealthy healthy as you want.

The first time I ever had pizza on the grill was in Savannah when a friend of a friend cooked it. He made one with red sauce and sausage and…. mmm… it was good. But my favorite out of the two he made was a white pizza. It had garlic spread instead of red sauce and chicken and cheese…. and more I am sure.

My favorite kind to make is Greek pizza. I have an unhealthy olive obsession and so my greek pizza might as well be called Olive Pizza. I can slap kalamata olives on just about anything.

First, I went off to get my ingredients (and a whole ton of Lara Bars).

1. A regular piza crust or wheat crust (I got both)
2. Pizza sauce
3. Mozzarella cheese
4. Turkey pepperoni
5. Large white onion
6. KALAMATA OLIVES!!!!
7. Homegrown tomatoes

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1. Feta cheese
2. Pickled jalepenos
3. garlic salt
4. olive oil

The best, the homegrown tomatoes. I didn’t use them on my pizza, but I did put them in my accompanying salad. 

The first thing I did was put Olive Oil on the top AND bottom of the crust. Then I put a ladle full of sauce on the pizza crust and spread it around. 

Then I sprinkled garlic salt along the crust of the pizza.

Cut up one large onion. I like to slice mine.

Then sprinkle a thin layer of Mozzarella.

Add your sliced onions

Then add your pepperoni. I usually use regular pepperoni, which is awesome, but this time I went for the turkey.

Then I added my sliced Kalamata Olives (I would typically add a butt-ton more, but of course… I ran out. The horror.)

Next, I spread my pickled jalepenos

A layer of crumbled feta cheese. All those years working in Greek restaurants (Hey there, Old Towne) made me a die hard feta fan. 

One more final layer of Mozzarella….

TO THE GRILL! I put my grill on low, about 400 degrees. I’ve done it hotter before, but then you risk burning the bottom. 

After about 5 minutes, I check the bottom to make sure its not burnt. Also, you definitely want the cheese melted. 

Look at those yum grill marks. 

Then, serve it up! Sooooo easy!

It is a jam-packed, pizza crust + cheese of flavor!

Here is my side salad of homegrown tomatoes with romaine and parmesan. I love Brianna’s Salad dressing. The one I used tonight was the Homestyle Balsamic. 

On two other notes…
While I was making my pizza, bf was busy making his famous Gazpacho. 
It looked too delicious not to take a picture of it. This is a meal we will leave in the fridge for about a week. We eat it for breakfast, brunch, lunch, lupper, supper, and mid-night snack. Mmmm… and so healthy. 
We can’t eat without feeding the dogs, Stellbell and Chumble Pie. Usually I feed them the Rachel Ray Nutrish for dogs. But, as I so often do… I ran out of dog food. Usually, there is some chicken or SOMETHING I can feed the beasts, but my cabinets were bare to the bone. 
So I whipped up some brown rice, pepperonis (from the pizzas, duh), cheese, and chicken broth. It must have been so delicious because the kitchen was dead quiet besides the jingling of collars hitting the bowls. 
I think StellBell may have growled at me a bit. He was not into having his dinner disrupted. 

Chumble Pie was knocking her bowl against the wall, hence the cheese and rice everywhere. 

They love little treats like that. Looks like everyone in my household had their own thing going on tonight. 
Do you ever feed your dogs “people food?”