I was back at the CNE for another round. This time a full day, with family. I did not walk down. It was hard enough walking to the bus stop. Holygod my poor legs. My plan had been to get there for open and spend some quality time in the food building, getting breakfast and a lay of the land, scoping out all of my food items from the THE LIST. Except we had gotten home after midnight. I chose sleep over food. I got to the CNE with very little time for food before meeting my sister in Kids World for a brief visit with the kiddos. I borderline ran around the food building. I could not find Dolce Inc, I had wanted a cinnamon bun flavoured custard sundae. No luck. I asked at the info desk and was told that they had seen it somewhere in the building? Not sure where? I had just enough time to get a latte from the Wandering Bean in the Arts & Crafts building. On my way out I got a donut and a soft pretzel from one of the “art”? “Craft”? vendors. The pretzel was bad. The donut was only ok, but enough to hold off the hanger.
New this year was the TPL Bookmobile by the farm building. My coworker wasn’t there so we didn’t stay long. The farm building was not as big as it used to be, having been partly taken over by the Pink Floyd experience. Most of the stuff in there was now geared towards the children. There was a sheep who was too ornery to be shaved, he pooped on the stage then wouldn’t stay still for the shearing. He was escorted off stage. The ostriches weren’t there, nor were the chickens or turkeys (stupid bird flu). New this year also: we didn’t spend an inordinate amount of time debating buying alpaca wool items. My mom and I left, we had to grab a quick lunch before the figure skating and acrobatics show which was finally back! My other sister would be joining us. We popped into the food building and my mom had a cheese slice from Pizza Pizza that she insisted on sharing.
We had great seats for the show. Elvis Stojko (that guy is a national treasure) was back. So were the trampoline (tram-bam-bapoline) guys. It was a delight to watch. But maybe I am older or their tricks have gotten more daring, there were some moments when I was like WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! (figure skater spinning the other one around, holding her by the ankles while her head was way too close to the ice for my liking).
Having seen a show, now we could go eat before we got down to the main event: shopping/browsing. Back to the food building, no more messing around. I was here to eat. Farm to Fryer (another of my go-to CNE vendors) had two of the items from my list: Korean fried frogs legs, and a quarter pound of cheese dusted in Doritos. Yes and yes. And right across the aisle, there was Pancho’s bakery with the churros smores! Lunch seemed promising. We had some confusion about regrouping. My sister said she was at a bench by Harveys. That’s where I was. There was only one bench and she and my mom were certainly not there. After a terse phone call while balancing three paper trays of deep-fried food I found them, turns out the Harveys was two-sided. So neither of us was wrong. We settled at a picnic table in the shade outside the food building. As always, I offered bites to my mom and my sister. Both were reluctant but pleasantly surprised. The frogs legs were delicious. The cheese. Ohgod the cheese. Yes, it was good. But it was way, way, WAY too much. I ate about a third of it, stopped, chugged a (very necessary) bottle of Sprite. Ate a little more. Gave up. On to the churro. Also a little bit much. Yes it was good, but I think I’d prefer just a churro on it’s own? They also burnt the marshmallow a little too much for my liking.
Off to the international and home pavillions! I was way too full for the deep-fried maple cookies just outside the building. Those would have to wait. The plant vendor wasn’t in the usual spot, the glasses people were back. Thankfully I spotted the plant vendor further down. Yes I bought more airplants. BUT they have not had a chance in my new house. Maybe now they won’t die. Maybe airplants just don’t like basements. I also bought two potted plants. Why not. I have deadspace from a mint that did not want to live. I was also on a secret mission. Both days I had spotted so many people walking around carrying a stick. Like a broom handle or a walking stick. Young. Old. Didn’t matter, every few people I saw one. WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON. WHY WAS EVERYONE BUYING THESE STICKS. It was the new Shamwow. [I never did figure it out]
The $1 snack people were back. And I was hungry. When I got to the checkout she counted my items and told me the total. Except some of the items I had picked were marked as $2-3…I was briefly confused. But also running low on cash so it was a welcome mistake. The Colombian coffee vendor was nowhere to be found again. I think it’s over 😦
During one of our outdoor breaks (read: my mom having a smoke) I popped down to the midway in front of the Enercare centre. Here were the food trucks! And it wasn’t as restricted as in past years (as in only one weekend). If I’d had more time I could have had breakfast. I didn’t have time now, plus I wanted to spend a good time here: they had drinks! It was a mini festival! Here I found the fawaffle vendor who had eluded me. And the butter chicken overload from Rick’s Eats. Alas, there were lines and I had to get back.
The plan was to take a break from the outlets, and pop over to the Superdogs. Just to see what the line was like. There was no line. It was 30 minutes before the show and they were letting people in. And the crowd was not that big, especially compared to last year. I almost ran. I held down the seats while the others had bathroom and smoke breaks. We had excellent seats, although afterwards I’d say not as good. We were sitting at the short end, so the dogs were running the courses towards us, versus us seeing them run it L-R or R-L. Now I know for next time. SUPERDOGS SUPERDOGS SUPERDOGS. The theme was video games which made it that much cuter.
Back to the outlets. The makeup place had the nail polish brand I like. Except I kept gravitating to one colour… that I already had at home. In the Reebok outlet I took a chance on a sportsbra and shorts for Brent. The kitchen outlet was nowhere to be found. No books either. It felt like once again there was less than before the pandemic.
As we started making our way back, we stopped at Wandering Bean in the international pavilion. We got drinks and stayed to watch a little bit of a show. It was a bunch of German guys in tight clothes doing acrobatics. We ended up staying until the end of the show, mesmerized.
I got the deep-fried maple cookies but they were kind of a let-down. They were too dry and just not a very good food for deep-frying. Between the shows it was later than usual. We skipped food building and did arts & crafts, we could get food on the walk to the exit. I stopped at Carmicheals to stock up on some more sausage. This time I got a fresh sausage as well, the hickory honey garlic was so damn good! I tried a sample of alpaca but wasn’t really impressed. I got the turkey cranberry salami instead. So good. At a jewellery vendor I caved and bought a super cute silver ring: it was an adjustable ring that had a fork on one end and a spoon on the other.
We were exhausted and all we could think of was home. If there was any year when I would be getting the giant turkey leg, this was it. It was enormous and a monster. I asked the guy to wrap it in foil. I would be eating it at home. It was salty and greasy and I swear it reminded me of ham. It was smokey and delicious. I carved it off the bone and saved the bone for making stock. Worth it for one time, but not a regular thing. Damn thing cost $33.
I didn’t see deep-fried Oreo cheesecake anywhere. The poutine pizza looked gross. And so did the Thanksgiving poutine. The only two other items I missed were from food trucks. Now I know for next year: plan an evening to do food trucks and drinks.
There were some horrendous sounding items I did not even go near: dill pickle cotton candy, pink champagne mac & cheese in a bread bowl, cheeseburger ice cream to name just a few. Drop these and bring back deep-fried butter and deep-fried cola so I can try them! They are my white whales!!!
FURTHERMORE: I found out too late this year, but am planning for next year: I want to enter the veggie contest! I am quite good at growing butternut squash so I figured to hell with it, why not have a go?! I’ve already entered it into my calendar.