Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Dabbling and Dangling in Randomnicityness

I'm doing it again. I get a gap in the blogging thing, and then I feel like I have to do something special and interesting to get back into it, but I don't have time for that (I have much to play with the internet and yarn and such) and so I don't post at all.

So here's some randomness.

A few weeks ago, I went to the Dundas Busker's Festival with some friends. It was one of the first truly summer-type days.

I celebrated with my very first case of heatstroke. (Sunstroke? Are they the same?) I don't recommend it, in any case. Ugh.

But there were people doing interesting and dangerous-seeming things, and here are some pictures.
Dundas Sky

Dundas is a pretty little town, and still has some nice architecture. I got to look at this building for quite a while, since it was across from my 'recovery bench' in the shade.

I like getting out to little celebrations and seeing different communities put on a show. There are so many places that host events in the summer, it's hard not to stumble on a few. Looking back over the years, I've been to the CornFest, Freedom Festival, Strawberry Festival, Art in the Park, Art by the Marina, the Mudcat Festival, Taste of Windsor, Carousel of Nations, and the Harrow Fair.

The best, though, in terms of food at least, is the Tecumseh corn fest. Or, not even so much the corn festival itself, but the corn. The corn from Essex county is the best corn there is. You may think you have had great corn, but if you haven't had it from Essex county, you haven't had the best. I'm wrong about many, many things, but I have yet to be proven wrong about this.

In the summer, it was always a wonderful treat to go out 'into the county' to one of the fields hosting a corn stand. You'd stand in line and wait, first of all, because there was always a line. And that was okay. Because you were waiting for more corn to be brought directly from the field to the little shack. People in back would shuck, and hand off to people inside, who would dump the cobs into giant, bubbling cauldrons. A couple of minutes later, the cobs were fished out and dipped into big pots of melted butter, before being handed over to you on rapidly disintegrating paper plate along with a salt shaker. Heaven.

I think I need to plan a visit home soon. I think it's corn season.


Beth said...

I recently decided I didn't need a big event to blog - othewise I get slowed down. Hence the really stupid posts lately.

I do think of corn as late August/september food - but my county is a little further north than Essex.

Chelle said...

I haven't been to the Corn Festival in FOREVER...thanks for the memories!!

Do they still pick a Miss Corn Festival?? lol