I love the LA County Fair. Way more than any adult should. I wait for it all year. As a kid, I would anxiously await those "Ya gotta see it to believe it..." jingles that would air on KTLA weeks before the big event, when LA temps were hot and dry and you knew Pomona would be scorching, but didn't really care.
Then it was about the food--mostly anything involving sugar. Some things never change. Like a Dodger game, you gotta pace yourself. I'm kinda fond of food that comes on a stick, so we generally start with a Hot Dog on a Stick and a lemonade. Why it tastes so much better at the Fair, I don't know, but it's the only place we belly up to the little shack and watch them deep fry those dogs. Then after scoping out the exhibit buildings, we'll head over to the gingerbread house for some fresh-made gingerbread cake, which goes really well with the icy-cold fresh-squeezed milk sold outside the cow barn.
A couple of glasses at the wine pavillion and some zucchini on a stick and it was time to head home. We always promise to go back a few days later but as Angelenos, the schlep out to Pomona is even more daunting the second time. So we count the days until next year. Which is now, this year.