I Never Sausage Rain...
To say that this weekend went ‘not so good’ is an understatement.
Let’s begin by reviewing the weather we’ve had here this summer: lots of hot, lots of humid, and lots of NO RAIN! It’s been two months, at the very least, since we’ve seen a single, fat drop.
The rains began Friday night, hard, heavy, and wet- the gods began to snicker. We awoke Saturday morning to the continuing heavy downpour. DucCat and I eyed one another nervously over coffee, hoping it would stop soon.
We arrived in Port Warwick, ready to make a go of it anyway. Wet artists scurried back and forth, trying to protect their pieces as much as possible.
I do have to say, it was a REALLY bad day for the watercolourists.
Finally, around 11:00-ish, the rains began to slow just a bit. DucCat went back to the tent to try and start a fire, while my friend and I went to get the food and supplies.
We returned to the tent laden with sausages and hope. Sadly, the health department had already shut us down, due to the possibility of rain coming in through the sides of the tent.
This was not a great way to begin our great Sausage Adventure. DucCat and I turned to comfort food that night. Meatball pie, baby, meatball pie:
After a good night of rest, we popped out of bed Sunday morning, deliriously happy to see that it wasn’t raining! It was still very grey, overcast and misting. I’d call it high humidity, but the temperature had taken a definate turn for the cooler side.
Port Warwick had officially become a giant mudpit overnight, thanks to 6 inches of unprecedented rain. We were prepared in boots and jeans, and soon, The Sausage Shack was looking rather inviting.
Here’s a closer look at our signs (click on photo to enlarge).
Some friends happened by at this point, and kindly took our picture. Can you sense the growing anticipation?!?
As it turned out, the few people who braved the mud and cold mist didn’t seem to be so interested in eating our tantalizing sausages. Our tent was all the way at the back of the event- if this played into it, I’m just not sure. It also didn't help that the wind was blowing that wonderful scent away from the festival, not towards the crowd.
Nonetheless, our juicy little andouilles were fantastically spicy and flavourful; the mango-peach salsa cooled it down while nicely complementing the savoury flavour; a smattering of Trappey's jalapenos made one’s mouth buzz with endorphins.
Props to Cowboy Syd for being our best customer.
Let’s begin by reviewing the weather we’ve had here this summer: lots of hot, lots of humid, and lots of NO RAIN! It’s been two months, at the very least, since we’ve seen a single, fat drop.
The rains began Friday night, hard, heavy, and wet- the gods began to snicker. We awoke Saturday morning to the continuing heavy downpour. DucCat and I eyed one another nervously over coffee, hoping it would stop soon.
We arrived in Port Warwick, ready to make a go of it anyway. Wet artists scurried back and forth, trying to protect their pieces as much as possible.
I do have to say, it was a REALLY bad day for the watercolourists.
Finally, around 11:00-ish, the rains began to slow just a bit. DucCat went back to the tent to try and start a fire, while my friend and I went to get the food and supplies.
We returned to the tent laden with sausages and hope. Sadly, the health department had already shut us down, due to the possibility of rain coming in through the sides of the tent.
This was not a great way to begin our great Sausage Adventure. DucCat and I turned to comfort food that night. Meatball pie, baby, meatball pie:
After a good night of rest, we popped out of bed Sunday morning, deliriously happy to see that it wasn’t raining! It was still very grey, overcast and misting. I’d call it high humidity, but the temperature had taken a definate turn for the cooler side.
Port Warwick had officially become a giant mudpit overnight, thanks to 6 inches of unprecedented rain. We were prepared in boots and jeans, and soon, The Sausage Shack was looking rather inviting.
Here’s a closer look at our signs (click on photo to enlarge).
Some friends happened by at this point, and kindly took our picture. Can you sense the growing anticipation?!?
As it turned out, the few people who braved the mud and cold mist didn’t seem to be so interested in eating our tantalizing sausages. Our tent was all the way at the back of the event- if this played into it, I’m just not sure. It also didn't help that the wind was blowing that wonderful scent away from the festival, not towards the crowd.
Nonetheless, our juicy little andouilles were fantastically spicy and flavourful; the mango-peach salsa cooled it down while nicely complementing the savoury flavour; a smattering of Trappey's jalapenos made one’s mouth buzz with endorphins.
Props to Cowboy Syd for being our best customer.
posted by s'kat at 10/11/2005 08:01:00 AM
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A good friend- his girlfriend owns The Tapas Lounge.
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