After a full day of eating, drinking, parties, and parades, it’s fair to say that, as much as I love crafts fairs, spending a rainy Sunday at a sheep and wool festival wasn’t really high on my list of things to do. But I’d promised my knitting-enthusiast of a mother that I’d accompany her, and, while we were both hoping for less prohibitive weather, a plan is a plan.
As it turned out, there weren’t many people who shared my apprehension—the crowds were out in full force. Those yarn fans are a hardcore bunch. We were too late to catch the herding demonstrations, but, in between browsing through stall after stall of rainbow-hued wool, knitting books and paraphernalia, and sheepskin rugs, we found more than enough time to sample a few lamb-based goodies.
My favorite by far was the first thing I tried: a pit-lamb sandwich, with slices of smoky-flavored meat, tender, gamey, and hot off the grill, served on squishy kaiser roll. It was delicious plain, but even better with barbecue sauce.
We made the mistake of following that up with a sub-par lamb sausage with grilled onions and peppers (not even worthy of a picture) and just couldn’t summon the appetite for much else after that. A shame, especially with Hillbilly Jeff’s fudge and Brian’s Olde Fashioned Soda Pop available for the asking.
After a bit more window-shopping, though, we managed to find enough room for one more treat. Moral of the story: It’s next to impossible to be too full for funnel cake.
Mom came away empty-handed, overwhelmed by the seemingly endless varieties of yarn, but even so, the day wasn’t a total wash. Weather not-withstanding, of course. That lamb sandwich managed to do the impossible: It turned my soaking-wet jeans and soggy shoes into nothing but a pesky afterthought.