Every year, we try to make it to the Sweet Corn Festival where we eat rather shocking quantities of all imaginable foods except, strangely enough, sweet corn.
It was raining today, well a light drizzle anyway, so the festival wasn’t crowded. But boy oh boy was the food good. I dripped catsup on my t-shirt, but escaped unscathed otherwise.
And because it’s impossible to go anywhere in a 50-mile radius without seeing some of my relatives, I saw an aunt and uncle manning one of the booths. The uncle complimented me on my book and we chatted for a minute, then as Steve and I walked away, I heard the uncle say to someone in the booth, “That girl is the most amazing…”
That’s it. “That girl is the most amazing…” before we walked out of earshot. The most amazing… The most amazing eater of fried foods? The most amazing dripper of catsup? They always say eavesdroppers will never hear good of themselves, so I’m only getting what I deserve.
Poet, you silly girl, POET!
Is it obligatory that all writers/artists are completely paranoid, or do you just get extra points from head office?
The food festival sounds fun though–it’s like the steam fairs I used to go to when I was little. Not so many steam engines, more just lots and lots of scrumpy…mmhmm.
Eloise
word of today is: doday. I wonder what one of those is?
Hmmmm food….that sounds good. But no corn huh?