Iknew this was a bad idea going into The Big E this year. But the reality of my predicament really set in when I got to the seventh food on my list and said to myself, “OK, time to eat a Lobster Volcano.”

The form of my impending demise was quite appropriate, a looming specter with mystique and flavor of New England permeating through it.

It was like the Legend of Sleepy Hollow. But this time, instead of a pumpkin head, the headless horseman chucks a deep-fried Whoopie Pie at me and sends me to the Big E lost and found – a purgatory where they say all things stay forever.

This marks the 12th year that I’ve covered New England’s largest state fair. Once again, I was tasked with mapping out all the food and (more importantly) charging the gates and trying the craziest food I can find.

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