Once again, the Sun Prairie Sweet Corn Festival proved worth the drive (especially since it's so much closer for me in my new house). Who doesn't love getting their own corn, having it hand rolled in butter my teenage girls, and salting it from a giant tree of salt shakers?
Since I didn't get any pictures (if I had, I'm not sure anyone would've felt they missed out), so in memory, here are some shots from last year:
This time, however, we did add a stop to a local Sun Prairie dive on the way out of town. Can't recall the name of the bar, but they had a rockin' jukebox and made great Old Fashions. Mmmmm, Brandy....
3 comments:
This photo is an example of the phenomenon we were discussing in which I am surprised and often appalled when I see myself in pictures.
besides the fact that you look miniature and you have an odd look on your face that makes your chin look weird, that is what you look like.
Uh, did you see the pictures of me telling a story on Lucia's blog? Uh, I don't look like that when I tell a story...
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