
Elephant ears with different toppings. By Arge300exx (Own work) [Public Domain], via Wikimedia Commons
I never worked at one of the concessions, but I can only imagine that this was hot work, rolling out dough and pulling ears out of the frying oil. I also suspect that it was pretty hard to avoid a few burns, hopefully none severe. God bless those folks who worked all day to serve us up such tasty fair food.
Of course there are a number of recipes online for how to make these at home. Here is a video from AllRecipes posted on YouTube. My mouth was watering just watching them make this. I liked the idea of 6 tablespoons of shortening or butter in this recipe (and then more butter on top of the fried dough which helps the sugar and cinnamon mix to stick).
This is another one of those foods that goes under a variety of names. At the Canfield Fair, you wouldn’t know what people were talking about if you called them anything other than elephant ears. But they are also called fried dough (which is what they are but not particularly imaginative), doughboys, fry bread, scones (unlike the scones I’m familiar with), flying saucers (I can see that), beaver tails, buñuelos, and pizza fritte. I kind of like beaver tails but wonder if they are shaped differently to look more like a beaver tail.
After you finished the elephant ear, it was time to wash it down with a lemon shake-up (more sugar!). Together, they made for the perfect treat on a hot fair afternoon, not too heavy on the stomach for all those rides, and not to hard on the wallet either.
If you make it to the Fair this year, eat an elephant ear for me!
Bob
Love the Elephant Ears and also crave the sausage sandwiches and fair fries. Hope to be home in Canfield for the event.
Thanks for sharing!
Michelle
And we can’t forget milkshakes in the 4H area, and a Ricki’s Kwiki(fresh corn dog)
Another great article & reminder of a special time in my life…the fair!
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Even after over fifty years and a lot of other fairs I still miss the Canfield fair. The food, the animals and marching in the Band Show at the grandstand. Yep — an to be sixteen again and march around the fairgrounds in long wool pants!!
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