Oh, so many memories! I went back to the Wisconsin State Fair a few years ago, for the first time since I was a kid. First stop was at the WBA building for a cream puff! My friend and I were going to split one, so we would have room for some other junk food, but . . . by the time we got to the front of the line, temptation got the best of us and we each ordered and ate our own cream puff. No regrets--they were even better than I remembered them! When our kids were little, we lived in Clinton, Iowa, and I took them across the river to Dutch Days in Fulton, Illinois, every year. We always bought olie bollen and letterbanket at the bakery there. What a treat! And I remember my mom making crab-stuffed mini-puffs for a special anniversary celebration. They were yummy too. So many good family memories are associated with food. It's amazing that I don't weigh half a ton! :-D HA, I had to laugh about you and your friend not being able to resist "personal cream puffs" - I've heard those Wisconsin State Fair puffs are enormous, too. You're right, so many memories are built around food - one of my first memories of my younger sister involves her experience with a package of Chuckles candy... :) PJH

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