There were already a lot of festival goers there by the time we arrived around 11:15. And it looked like most of them were in the covered pavilion feasting on sausage, sauerkraut, noodles, green beans, sliced beets, pickles, peaches and bread. Desserts were in addition to the $9 ticket plate price and we joined the line and began filling our plates. We found two seats at the end of a table and I asked the man across from me where he was from. Turns out he was from Georgetown and came especially for the food. He was finishing up his plate and eyeing his piece of chocolate cake with chocolate frosting. I asked him if it met his expectations as he finished the last crumb. "More than", he said with a grin as he prepared to amble off. His place was taken by a couple from La Grange who were veteran church picnic travelers and she filled us in on the noodles that.,"Used to be larger, flatter and yellower with egg." That's how we got into talking about food; canning, making jam and putting up stuff from the garden. I said we had made prickly pear jelly and she said she had to tell us her story about her neighbor and his cows. She was at his place one day and he was using his torch to burn the thorns off a bunch of prickly pears. His cows knew exactly what he was doing and they circled around waiting. When finished, he invited them to have at the pears and pads which they seemed to relish. After a bit, he told her to watch as he made a loud noise and they all looked up with big circles of red around their snouts like badly smeared lipstick.
Next we checked out the vintage vehicles, antique tools and kitchen wares and stopped to watch the men working at the forge. The women inside one of the buildings were demonstrating the various methods of egg decoration like scratching and batiking. And this year there were some from Germany in colors in addition to the blue and white designs that I began collecting. And I couldn't resist adding number 4 to the 3 I already have. That guarantees a visit again next year as an odd number is always better for a display.
We visited the museum and I was hoping to see the woman who does the bobbin lace and her husband who makes rope, but we were told that some of the demonstrators didn't make it because of the weather. We never found the noodle makers either or Granny with her hand-churned ice cream.
After a visit to the church, thankfully driven by golf cart and a few drops of rain, we decided to start wending our way back home. We took 2239 back the way we had come but instead of taking 2106, we opted to take the back roads described above at the end of Away for the Day in Moulton. Some of them were gravel and we were so glad the rain held off till we got to Bastrop where it poured. We stayed on the 150/ 21 Loop Rd to its western end and pulled into a space right outside Coffee Dog's door. Inside two cups of Bastrop Pines Roaster's Bold was especially good with a shared cinnamon scone.
Continuing southwest on 21 for San Marcos, we watched the weather as it produced an incredible-looking sky that looked like a perfect 'Blue Norther'; a dark blue-gray curtain with a lighter layer above. As it swept toward us we were engulfed in a torrential downpour and temperatures lowered into the upper 70s. We hadn't seen anything that dramatic in years so it was a complete surprise to look at the radar when we got home to see that all the storm activity was still churning up from the Gulf and the 'norther' was apparently still to come.
