Hello dear readers! Me again! Time for a country show, show-and-tell.
I gave this post the title, 'lemon curd like custard' for one reason, a flippant reason really, I love the word 'custard'. When I think of lemon curd, I think it sounds custardy. Lemon curd has a smooth consistency, like custard, and it's a similar sunshine yellow, maybe a bit brighter. There is something reassuring about custard don't you think? I can eat a bowl of custard on its own, easy peasy. I mention Lemon curd, because there was a lemon curd category, on display in the industrial tent, at the agricultural show we went to, last Saturday.
My favourite section of the industrial tent displays was easily, no competition, winners hands down, the 'flowers stuffed in a jam jar' category. Sheer and utter bliss, because that's my all time favourite way of displaying flowers, stuffing them in a jam jar. The knitting section was o.k. I disagreed with the winner of the knitted top section. I thought the Fair Isle tank top should have won. A cardigan won, and I felt slightly aggrieved on behalf of the owner of the Fair Isle tank top. (Just in case you're thinking I'm biased,(!), I didn't knit it myself, and I don't know the person who knitted it.)
There you go, lemon curd entries in the mosaic above.
I took so many photos of things at the show, I've had to put the majority of them into mosaics.
Knitted baby garments there as well, I loved the old-fashioned look of the highly commended piece. (Again, a little bit at odds with the judging there).
There was a section where people could enter a single stemmed flower, just the one stem, in a jar or vase. I thought it was so charming, and easy for anyone to break a flower off a plant from their garden, (or their neighbours plant alternatively, not that I'm suggesting this was the case...........), before heading off to the show and entering it into that single stem category. No hassle, just a bit of fun, you wouldn't have to be a whiz of a gardener to go in for that competition, very democratic don't you think?
And the ice cream image? Well, I always have an ice cream at these events, and I thought the ice cream cone, in the mosaic above, was rather nicely painted.
Many of the pots of homemade jam on display didn't have gingham covers, which I thought was a shame. If I was a judge, the pots with gingham covers would sway my vote a bit.
We obviously weren't to be trusted, judging by the chicken wire enclosing all the displays. I must admit, if it wasn't for that chicken wire, I would definitely have walked off with one of the manky, dry and stale looking, half eaten dishes from the 'light lunch category' on display. Or the huge floral display that noone would have noticed me dragging out of the tent. Maybe the organisers of the show surrounded everything with high-security chicken wire, because there were scandalous thefts of peoples prized 'light lunch displays', in previous years events.
We were allowed to touch the bulls and cows, also the Alpacas, tethered up in various other tents. If you're not a farmer, which I'm not, there is something very, very exciting about being able to stroke a grumpy looking bull, or doe eyed cow, on the head.
There's something about cows that I find fascinating. I tend to anthromoporphise animals, probably unavoidable, my being a children's book illustrator, but still, cows, they are adorable and beautiful, and look like they might ponder life and it's little difficulties. Like having annoying strangers like me, big grin on my face, thinking they're cuddly.
By the time we saw the Alpacas, they had been shorn, so we got to see them looking a little disgruntled and skittish, after their no doubt demeaning shearing session. When they saw our two miniature wire haired dachshunds, they were fascinated. Their dainty heads, swivelled round on their long knecks, their huge eyes staring in disbelief and curiosity at the two mop like creatures staring up at them. I have never seen any creature, man or beast, so pointedly fascinated in our doggies.
What a wonderful day that was. We hadn't been to this show, the Border Union Show, for a couple of years, so were seeing it again with fresh eyes.
I shall love you and leave you now, it's getting late. Till tomorrow dear readers! Love Vanessa xxx