I submit to you that there is only one place in Pennsylvania where you could spend a day watching teenagers demonstrate how to skin and stuff a raccoon, learn how to cook pork Madeira and Brussels sprouts, see a magician whose face is grotesquely distorted by a leaf blower and try your hand at judging prize hogs — and then gorge yourself on food that honors the state's potato, livestock, dairy, honey and mushroom producers.
It's the same place where you can gawk at half a ton of butter sculpted into children hanging from monkey bars, ride a carousel, get a massage, watch bees in a hive, pick up free recipe books, buy cowboy boots, shop for just about anything and educate yourself about pesticides by playing miniature golf.
The Pennsylvania Farm Show, of course.
I've been on a mission for years to convince non-farm people in the Lehigh Valley to make the trek to Harrisburg for a day at the Farm Show, which concludes Saturday. It's so big, so broad, so eclectic that I can almost guarantee there's something you'll like, whatever your age or interests. In fact, I always find myself flummoxed when I try to convey the wonder of the whole thing.