 I don't know about three piggy pals on a stick, your Afro poppers, your sour cream and hummus or whatever, the boobajee and boobab and chili mango whip and cotton candy iced tea and crab boil, well, okay. You know what? Whatever happened to just a good old-fashioned meatloaf or turkey dinner, right? There we go. None of those at the fair anymore.