Today, the Kentucky State Fair kicks off. I love going to the state fair – the exhibits, the food, the people, the flea market, the food, the music, the ugly lamps, the food… yep, I love almost everything about it. Including my state fair entry.
I’m talking bourbon balls, folks.
I entered them last year knowing full well they weren’t winners. The balls were too weak, not something you want from a candy that contains alcohol. But this year’s batch had more promise. And booze. The right amount of sweet to heat ratio. And after a couple handfuls of taste testers (and the fact I couldn’t stop licking the batter bowl while making them), my confidence is much higher. Will I win? Who knows. Do I care if I win? Not really. The fun is dropping off the entry, seeing it in the case and giggling every ten minutes because I don’t stop talking about my balls.
Mind you, if I do find myself with a ribbon, I will probably boast a little. Well, more than a little. Quite possibly a lot.
Fair Day with Abby is planned and I’m stoked. The only problem is it’s not until late next week and I don’t think I can wait that long to learn the fate of my bourbon balls. Fingers crossed someone who works at the Expo Center texts me later. Yep… balls.
UPDATE: Sadly, no ribbon again this year. I will be trying again in 2012. If I fail a third time, I will be developing a conspiracy theory for ball tastings. But here’s to a happy state fair!