They have set up in a parking lot that is along my walking path, adjacent to a popular local Farmers’ Market.
The two worlds have collided. Amish farmers selling poultry, meat, produce and baked goods were overwhelmed with the influx of the Carneys, making their purchases to be cooked on portable gas grills in the makeshift RV community.
It’s pretty obvious that they don’t eat their own carnival fare…French Fries, Funnel Cakes, Cotton Candy, Popcorn, Corn Dogs, and the ever-popular deep-fried delicacies…Oreos, Twinkies, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, all dipped in batter and fried to their gooey perfection.
I had to pause a moment at a Farmer’s stand this morning when I saw it happen.
One of the well-tanned, weathered-faced ladies of the Carnival was buying 2 large heads of cabbage. From Austin Powers:
Austin: Only two things scare me, and one is nuclear war.
Basil: What’s the other thing that scares you?
Austin: Circus folk. Nomads, you know. Small hands… smell like cabbage!