General Yeager is fishing with his friend Barron in Alaska. I sure hope he’s catching, too! He ordered me to give away the salmon we have to make room for the new salmon. So I went to the Nevada County Fair with our friend Nita, and gave some of our friends there some. Nita has the same drill – first a cinnamon roll. The vendor to the right of the entrance a ways – in its own truck.
BEST cinnamon rolls. Gen Yeager has gone there since 1975. Usually this week we lose weight eating those cinnamon rolls. No kidding. They are filling! So we don’t eat anything else the rest of the day or night. We usually get the scrapings on the bottom – carmelized cinnamon sugar & butter.
So I brought the fish to Craig & said I wanted to do some horse-trading. He was thrilled – we normally bring him salmon during the fair. His son, age 9, definitely takes after his mother, a very pleasant no-nonsense business woman, told us there was a line, the buns were cooking, and we had to wait.
I asked how long the line was.
“See for yourself!”
Clearly, he was busy. That was funny.
We happily waited – they taste even better after anticipation.
Craig asked how many cinnamon rolls we wanted. I was a bit confused, it was just Nita and I – how many was he thinking, one? – could I eat a whole one…mmm…yes…so I said…. “Two,” hoping that would be okay.
Craig gave me a big hug. The salmon really was a gift and he really appreciated it. I was teasing re a real trade for…I don’t know what…or how many…
We took our loot and sat down at the picnic table. I opened the container & remembered: Be right back, I told Nita.
I got the scrapings. Mmmm. And gave some to Nita.
One year Gen Yeager and I brought Craig homemade ice cream. And we had some with the cinnamon roll. Wow!
Nita’s plan is a good one – eat the sugar first and walk it off at the fair.
We visited the fabric entries in the fair. And she educated me about stitching, design, color, quilts. Very cool. One cross-stitching vase of flowers was breathtaking. Another with the softest looking duck down for a baby…But they weren’t selling them.
We looked at the engines – to see if any of Gen Y’s friends were there – didn’t recognize anyone. Then continued on to the beekeeper. Tasted honey – the one from Grass Valley was the sweetest.
We checked out the alpaca babies. The most interesting, funniest faces – I petted one and she really really liked it. Nice.
On to some booths and merchandise – some nice woodworking bowls. We decided on baked potatoes for lunch. Found a picnic table and sat down. Some others came – two French people – father and son. So I got to practice my French. Delightful people, cousins of some also delightful local people. It was fun translating.
And the Frenchman was so kind re my French – he could understand me and he saw me search for words and come up with the right ones. Nice fellow. In fact, his American cousin had learned French but had a pronounced American accent so when he asked the Frenchman if he wanted dessert but the Frenchman couldn’t understand. His American cousin was pronouncing the “t” at the end which the French don’t do so I said the word and he understood me. Woo hoo!
The other people at the table were enjoying the exchange. Her son is a writer for a fishing magazine and asked if he could interview General Yeager so I asked him to email me.
We all watched the 5 yr old eating her cotton candy – much bigger than she was. Such rapture.
Finally we were sated and went to look at the artwork. Some fantastic photos – great shots of landscapes and people and animals. A great shot of a mama quail with her tiny tiny brood all looking at her on the edge of a pool of water – with expressions like: NOW what do we do, Mom? And when are we going to eat? (OR maybe that was me – I hadn’t had a thing since lunch which was at least 30 minutes prior.
We looked at the old photos of Nevada County – and the railroad…again, fascinating.
Then we looked at more booths and realized we were done. Tired. Done.
Nita dropped me off and headed home.