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I’m a fairground treat, but let’s be clear, Springfield claims me—it all started here. A stick in my center, a golden fried coat, What’s my name? Take a note!
I’m crisp and thin with a cracker-like feel, My tavern-style slices make a great meal. No deep dish here, just cut in squares, What’s my name? Who even dares?
Bitter and bold, a test of will, One sip is enough to make you thrill. Some say I bite, some say I burn, But Chicagoans love me—it’s my turn! What am I?
Minty and smooth with a chocolatey shell, A classic Chicago treat that you know well. First from Marshall Field’s, a sweet delight, Do you know my name? That’s right! What am I?
I’m a sandwich inside of a bun, A tamale, a hot dog—rolled into one. You’ll find me south where flavors run wild, I am a bit crazy and I bit styled? What am I?
I’m a meaty mix with a mysterious blend, Hoagie, gyro, corned beef—I like to pretend. Born in Chicago, I pack a punch, You’ll find me best at a local lunch! What am I?
I start with thick toast, golden and wide, Topped with meat and cheese, all melted inside. A gravy bath makes me a sight, Springfield loves me—am I right? What am I?
Dipped in juice, I’m meaty and bold, Served on a roll, hot and never cold. Some like me wet, some like me dry, With giardiniera to spice up the bite! What am I?
I’m piled up high in a poppy-seed bed, With pickles and peppers and mustard instead. No ketchup allowed—don’t even try, I’m a Chicago staple, don't ask why. What am I?
I’m layered up thick with a buttery base, My cheese and sauce sit in a different place. A fork and knife may help you out, In my windy home, I have some clout! What am I?
Before the world could ride with ease, I led the way through snowy trees. A lift so grand, a skiers' dream, Idaho’s mountain engineering gleam! What am I?
When night takes hold and lights are few, the sky reveals a starlit view. A galaxy bright, a cosmic scene, in Idaho’s dark, the stars are seen! What am I?
With fearless hearts, they take the leap, off towering heights, the drop is steep. The river flows beneath their flight, Idaho’s thrill, a daring sight! What am I?
A hidden star within the stone, in Idaho’s land, I’m brightly shown. Rare and deep, with a sparkling sight, a gem that glows in certain light! What am I?
A land of thrills, with rides so tall, where roller coasters make you fall. A theme park grand, with fun so bright, Idaho’s adventure, full of light! What am I?
A walkway winds where waters flow, with trees and parks that steal the show. Through the town, my path is seen, a place where Idaho stays green! What am I?
Tall and golden, my hills stand high, where sand shifts beneath the sky. Climb my slopes, slide with ease, in Idaho’s desert, I ride the breeze! What am I?
With waters so blue and shores so wide, boats and birds along me glide. A gem of the North, where sunsets gleam, a place so peaceful, like a dream! What am I?
A city I’m not, but my name’s just right, where climbers reach and take their flight. My rocks stand tall, in shapes so rare, an Idaho treasure beyond compare! What am I?
Deeper than most, my walls stand tall, a river runs, but I dwarf them all. A canyon so vast, rugged and free, between Idaho and Oregon, you'll find me! What am I?
Answer: Hells Canyon (deepest river gorge in North America)
I roar and tumble, a powerful sight, with waters crashing from a great height. The West's own Niagara, a grand display, in Idaho’s lands, I make my way! What am I?
A land so strange, yet a sight to see, with lava fields as far as can be. Like walking the moon, yet here on Earth, this eerie place has endless worth! What am I?
A man who knocked and said the name, in a show that brought me fame. From Idaho’s land to Hollywood’s call, I played my role and gave my all! Who am I?
Before the world had moving screens, I dreamed of signals, light, and beams. The first to shape what we all see, my invention changed history! Who am I?
Answer: Philo Farnsworth (inventor of the television)
I started small but dreamed so big, a grocery chain was my grand gig. My name still stands, my store still grows, where shoppers go, my legacy shows! Who am I?
A winter escape with a sparkling view, the first of its kind where skiers flew. A place where the snow feels soft and light, where Idaho’s slopes shine so bright! What am I?
Tiny but mighty, I store what you need, in gadgets and tech, I help them to read. A memory giant, in chips I stay, from Idaho’s labs to the world today! What am I?
From fields of gold to frozen fries, my name is known where potatoes rise. Supplying fast food near and far, I helped make spuds a global star! What am I?
Cowboys ride and hold on tight, under the lights on a wild, rough night. The crowd goes wild, the dust kicks high, in Idaho’s rodeo, bulls don’t shy! What am I?
Strings are tuned, bows held tight, fiddlers play from day to night. A contest of skill, a sound so grand, the best old-time music across the land! What am I?
Drums that echo, feathers so bright, dancers move in the fire’s light. A gathering strong, a people so proud, their voices rise up, singing out loud! What am I?
Boats on the lake, lights all around, a Christmas display so grand and profound. A holiday glow, a magical sight, where Idaho shines in the cold winter night! What am I?
Ice sculptures shine, fireworks glow, snowshoe races in the winter’s snow. A frozen wonder, a chilly delight, this mountain town sparkles bright! What am I?