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Louisa Trip, Day 3 and 4: The Agricultural Fair, and Awesome Lamb (Then Back to NYC)

This entry originally took place on August 1 and 2. HAHA. AIN'T THAT RETARCULOUS? So it's basically a bunch of photos with captions. Real food review-age of stuff I didn't eat one and a half months ago shall resume shortly.

It was the day we had all been waiting for. The reason we went to Louisa in the first place. It was time for...

piggies
Oink!

PIGGIES!

lambs in SWEATERS! Teehee
Baa!

LAMBS IN SWEATERS!

Fletcher gets a hold of his sheep
[insert other noise]

FLETCHER TAMING HIS LAMB!

I CAN HAZ FUNNEL CAKE!
Is it chomping time?

MOTHUHFUGGIN FUNNEL CAKES!

All this, and more, at the annual Louisa County Agricultural Fair: where boys become men, and deep fried dough becomes another subcutaneous layer of fat.

boppeh NOM NOM NOM
Yes.

This is how the flab is formed. (Colin helped me eat it, thank god.)

saw it like never before
SAW, DAMMIT.

And this is how boys become men.

...Nah, they're still boys.

bbq time
BBQ TIME!

The barbecue menu was the same as last year's, aside from a few price changes.

pork, I love you
BBQ DIGESTING TIME!

And, like last year, I went for the $8 plate of chopped pork, baked beans, cole slaw, french fries, and a squishy roll.

lil sammich
Chomp.

Unlike last year, I made my pork sandwich the correct way this time: with cole slaw. Tristan scolded me last year for failing to cold slaw-ify my pork sandwich; this year he made sure I didn't forget. The combination of tangy cabbage bits with sweet, tender pork shreds is a winner.

We didn't stay at the the fair as long as I thought we were going to. Or rather, the original plan was to chill out at home for a bit then go back, but that...sort of failed when...by the time we thought about going back, we realized it was over. DON'T DO IT, GUYS.

Dancing Queen
DANCE...while sitting.

But if "Dancing Queens" blares over the car speakers, you should dance to it. Seat belts cannot contain such excitement.

Mr. Jones puts the lamb on the grill
Lamb, time to get charry.

For dinner, Mr. Jones fired up the grill and slapped on a huge ass rosemary-coated chunk of lamb raised by the love and goodness of the Jones family.

LAMB CHUNK IS READY FOR CUTTING cutting the lamb
Oh yes.

About two hours later, this charred beauty came out. And it tasted like love and goodness. Seriously tasty lamb here, guys. Moist, tender, and it haz a flavor.

peeps at work awesome rice tasty veg! guac! I love you.
Sides!

There were many tasty accompaniments for the lamb, methinks mostly made by Tristan's culinarily inclined friend Helen, including guacamole, sautéed greens and onions, and, my favorite, hearty red rice (I'm calling it red rice because of the color; it might have another name) with toasted walnuts (TOASTED IS KEY) and queso fresco. Happy bellies all around.

breakfast!
Pretty breakfast.

The next morning, Helen made a beautiful breakfast spread of awesome blueberry pancakes, awesome fat omelet, awesome watermelon salad, and awesome tomatoes. I wish I remembered more about the pancakes and omelet, but it doesn't matter that much because its not like I can make this stuff myself, SO MUCH KITCHEN FAIL I POSSESS. (Alright, if I put my mind to it I can cook whatever i want, but I generally don't put my mind do it, hence the fail. I will put my mind to it if "it" involves cookies or pie.)

The rest of the day was a bit of a blur. But it involved Mr. Jones so graciously driving Colin, Veronica, and me (Tristan stayed at home for a few more days) to the metro station so we could get out butts to the Bolt Bus in Washington D.C. in time to head back to New York City, and then riding the Bolt Bus for what felt like for freakin' ever (4-5 hours), resulting in the three of us arriving in the city feeling ravenous. After a little trip to Woorijip in K-Town where we shoveled pre-made Korean food down our respective maws (I went for the chicken cutlet curry), it was time for us to indulge in well-deserved chillaxing time...

I like the white creature thingy
CHILLAX.

But instead I went to the Mercury Lounge, luggage and all, to see The Octopus Project with Jim. And I'm glad I did, because they put on an awesome show, even to my half-asleep brain.

kitty
Passing out, like this kitty.

Then I went home and probably passed out or something. Louisa Trip 2009 = SUCCESS. I recommend you try it too.

Related
Louisa Trip, Day 2: Hiking, Soft Serve, and a Giant Frittata
Louisa Trip, Day 1, Part II: Ray's Hell Burger and Dolcezza, HELL YES
Louisa Trip, Day 1, Part I: Washington D.C., HELL YES

Comments

kim / September 18, 2009 7:19 AM

What a fun trip with some good companies. WHo needs to be a good cook when you've got a friend who's a great one. :) I used to love cooking, I still do, but I prefer baking (aka sweets) over stir-frying.

roboppy / September 18, 2009 10:23 PM

kim: I'm all about the sweets as well. I do better with those sort of precise recipes methinks.

Christina: WHAAT. You should taste the wonders of the Fried Dough! Fried dough that, for some reason, is usually only found at fairs. D'oh.

egeria / September 19, 2009 7:35 AM

That lamb roast looks amazing and I don't even like lamb. And I live in Ireland!!

I miss funnel cakes though (being a Canadian ex-pat), and all the sweet and savoury snacks associated with a country fair. Munching on corn dogs, mini doughnuts, funnel cakes all the while strolling around stalls of games or wares...ahhhh I'm getting homesick!

roboppy / September 20, 2009 2:51 PM

egeria: I haven't been to a major country fair! I wanna do the strolling around games with fried things on sticks. Somedaaay.

Ulla: I knew you'd approve of the lamb!

shez / September 20, 2009 8:31 PM

I opened your page and the first thing I thought was "Animal butt! There's so much animal butt in the photos today!" and then I saw the plate of pork and beans and all was good with the world :)

Gin / September 25, 2009 1:35 PM

I just found your blog. You are hilarious. And I'm glad you eat pork and funnel cakes. That makes you an amazing woman.

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