A mountain of cumulus clouds piled up behind the Minnesota State Fair at twilight on Opening Day, and I saw a young fellow with a tripod and a camera taking care to capture the glory. We got to talking, and it turned out he worked at the family stand, the venerable Juanita's Fajitas, and had one of those born-and-raised-at-the-fair stories.
OK, not born. But raised there?
"Pretty much. I have been pouring pop since I was 6, and then moved to the register, and I've been cooking for two years. Next stop, I'll be managing.
So it's like stopping what you normally do and shazam! you're a restaurateur for two weeks.
"It's five weeks. Two weeks before, two weeks of the fair, one week after. A lot of people think the fair just magically pops up and it's here and then it's gone. But there's so much behind the scenes, like putting up the booth — it's like a figuring out a puzzle that's been in storage for a year."
Like assembling Ikea furniture without the instructions, perhaps. Worst part?
"Um … the family gets … energetic, and we have let's call them happy moments."
Say no more. Working in close quarters on a hot day with cooking oil? Gandhi would snap. Best part?