Food in a concert setting
A day with things to do! Almost too many things, for someone of my august age.
We decided that the local agricultural exposition wouldn’t be complete without our family in the hall. Or rink. Whatever. This fair started a long time ago; in fact, my direct ancestor arrived from Ireland just in time for the first fair, 176 years ago. If he were to teleport back, he wouldn’t be nonplussed. Let’s face it, cakes and vegetables and quilts and other demonstrable treasures from country living don’t mutate. A potato is still a potato.
Actually, the coolest part of the show involved rows of bunnies. Some small, some curious and some absolutely, fabulously fat! Not sure if it’s in the genes, or the fodder.
Enough fair fare. Part two of the day involved a sit-down meal in a local restaurant, during a live concert. The food was good; Portuguese fish and chips, in my case. The music, better. We had seats right beside the musicians, so volume was never an issue. I’ll mention the headliners, for posterity: Ben Miller, on small pipes and Anita MacDonald on fiddle; (there were two others, a guitarist and a pianist, but they had second billing). Lots of trad dance material, and the piper provided percussion with a strong left leg (I wonder if he walks in circles). We were with friends from the area, also musicians, so the attention never faltered.
And now we’re home. The dog is simply overjoyed that he didn’t have to sleep (any longer) in the car.
