Today was the Rutabaga Festival in Askov! My parents carefully tended their rutabagas all spring and summer, which earned them a second place ribbon. It’s had to say why they weren’t first place winners, except that the variety they grew is known for its size and features surface undulations that the judges might have thought were conformation errors (or whatever vegetables have!). They definitely seemed to be a crowd favorite, though, as everybody we eavesdropped on seemed really impressed by their size.
In a time-honored tradition, I went around quietly saying things like, ‘My Brussels look much better than those!’ and, ‘My kale would have taken best in show!’ It was fun seeing all the food and craft entrants, though, and I’m looking forward to Baby M being able to enter projects (they have a separate category for kid-grown veggies!) as she grows up. And maybe I’ll actually enter something myself, some day.
The Rutabaga Festival isn’t all exciting contests, though. There are also the freshly-made aebleskivers and (for the omnivores) rutabaga sausages. It’s hard to believe that Baby M will be ten months old for next year’s festival — ready for her first taste of aebleskivers, I think! And maybe she’ll be my good luck charm when we play bingo — none of us has ever won a game (and we play a few cards each). I would have liked to have stayed longer this year, to check out the craft fair and watch the square dancing (and the ‘Battle of the Fire Departments’ — a fire hose fight), but it got hotter and hotter as the day went on, and that extra 50% blood volume I’m lugging around made even sitting in the shade quite uncomfortable. Next year!