A Friendly Food Fest (ms)

They are a rite of summer, the church bazaars and volunteer fire department picnics that go on virtually every day of every week. If a dedicated fan of such events were to try and go to each it would be a full-time job as would the time needed afterward to lose the weight gained. These are not low calorie gatherings to say the least.

A favorite church picnic of ours always has food galore and I enjoy it like everyone else. The potato pancake stand offers three for a dollar fifty and the oil is free. There is always a line of folks waiting patiently to get their official taste of summer as some would call it. My must have is something called elephant ears so named because they look like elephant ears, in a way. They are really fried dough sprinkled with cinnamon sugar and for some reason these little treats have become a must have each year. We all have our little dietary pitfalls. Beyond the food we go to the bazaar for the people who are there, those we know and those we don’t know.

There are always people there we have not seen for a whole year, since the last event actually. They come for the same reasons: to enjoy the food and the company, to catch up on friends and neighbors. Here is the place you find out the kids you remembered as stroller riders are now grown with families of their own. You find a friend who has changed jobs twice since last you saw him. It is like writing a years worth of diary entries in a single night.

Almost as interesting, though, is the opportunity to do some serious people watching. That is my hobby for my ideas often come from observing my fellow humans and what they do. At the church bazaar one of the best hangouts is right near the “Treasure Shop” as I like to call it. I don’t know if there is an actual name for it but it has been there as long as the bazaar. This is the place where you go to shop for things you never knew you needed until you see them. In truth it is a giant garage sale.

Weeks before the event we are all invited to drop off anything we think might sell. Dutifully we take over a few items and add them to the growing piles of stuff dropped off by other well intentioned folks who also happen to be looking for a place to put their treasured items. It’s perfect for that invaluable shot glass from the Bahamas or the highly sought Grand Canyon toothpick holder.

Of course we shop the sale as well and always manage to bring home a few things. There is that unwritten law, you know, which dictates an  amount of possibly useful stuff be brought into a house to replace the surely useless stuff taken out each year. It’s not written anywhere, this law of which I speak, but it is valid; a visit to any rite of summer on a warm evening will prove it so.

— Mike Stevens


~ by admin on August 11, 2011.

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