Tri-State Fair Disenchantment

I don't have much to look forward to in life: long bath times, Mad Men, vacations with Miles. I'm a simple woman with simple needs. The starting of a new school year rings in the impending arrival of the fair. I admit I look forward to it. The smell of boiling grease, the carnival sights, the psychic, and gorditas from Our Lady of Guadalupe. One year Monica, Miles and I had our palms read and I think most of what she told us actually came true. She said Monica would be traveling and not returning. She left us for Dallas. She told me my life was a roller coaster, with my spirit, mind and body in chaos. I was in the middle of a divorce. She told Miles he would fall in love with a gorgeous, incredible, brilliant, loving woman, and then we started dating the next month. At least that's the way I like to remember it!

Miles and I went to the fair this week and it was sad. The amount of food vendors had diminished through the years to a few handfuls. The exhibit hall shrunk to the size of a closet. The huge mid-way had less entertainment than our local Wonderland Park. What was once a decent display of strange, different, and peculiar attractions is now a pathetic attempt at distraction from the economy. Gone is the fun house. Gone is the psychic. Gone is the house of mirrors.

The building that housed mouth-watering gorditas is gone. Our Lady is now sponsored by some mobile taqueria, offering a "pocket" for a gordita. Ugh. All my childhood favorites have gone up in Gunsmoke. It's as different as the former young Michael Jackson. No more gypsies, tramps and thieves.
 
Longing for Mexican food I made Beth and Kayla sour cream chicken enchiladas with rice and beans.

It's not the same, though.  

I'm too despondent to even post my recipe. Chicken, sour cream, corn tortillas, cheese. Rice, tomatoes, jalapenos, onions. Cook, mix, serve.