It was the day we had all been waiting for. The reason we went to Louisa in the first place. It was time for...
LAMBS IN SWEATERS!
FLETCHER TAMING HIS LAMB!
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.
This is how the flab is formed. (Colin helped me eat it, thank god.)
And this is how boys become men.
...Nah, they're still boys.
The barbecue menu was the same as last year's, aside from a few price changes.
And, like last year, I went for the $8 plate of chopped pork, baked beans, cole slaw, french fries, and a squishy roll.
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.
But if "Dancing Queens" blares over the car speakers, you should dance to it. Seat belts cannot contain such excitement.
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.
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.
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.
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...
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.
Then I went home and probably passed out or something. Louisa Trip 2009 = SUCCESS. I recommend you try it too.