This weekend we took Cameron out to Harrisburg to see the Pennsylvania Farm Show with the Sikorskis. It was an event. Have you ever seen a teenager smack a bull in the ass to force it forward in a crowd of farmer-type people and floors wet with something you’d rather not identify? Pretty awesome. The boys loved every minute of it, especially the milkshakes and fried mozzarella on sticks at the end of the afternoon.
At one point, Matt said he wished he could come back and spend more time really enjoying the farm show–he missed the wine area and wanted to try the brisket. I agreed. I so wanted to see the elusive cheese sculpture and smell the local Christmas trees and watch the too-serious judging panel of the angel food cake contest and especially check out what exactly makes PA’s #1 potato the best.
But then we ran through the underground tunnel to the parking lot until we were sweaty and breathless, with Joey and Cameron squealing on our shoulders as we spun and hopped and giggled along, and it was silly and wonderful and the best possible way you could think of to spend your time, and so maybe at the end of the day we didn’t actually miss out on much.