Ah the joys of summer. There’s nothing quite like it. When I think of summer, I think of Fla-vor-ice popsicles, trips to the pool, the sound of the ice cream man in the distance, and chasing fireflies (we call them ‘lightening bugs’ where I’m from). Wow. Apparently, I’m a 9 year-old girl. So, maybe it’s high time I make room for some new, more grown-up summer memories.
For instance, I enjoy the carefree simplicity of grilling out with friends, sharing a nice bottle of white wine, going to Cubs games (sorry Brewers fans), drinking cold beer on the lake, and playing bean bags with pals in the yard. However, if I’m going to make room for these new summer memories, then I should probably make room for…..cow chips.
Yep. That’s right. Cow chips. Don’t be fooled by the impressively deceptive “chip” in this situation. We’re talking POOP, people. Plain and simple. So, save the date for the Wisconsin State Cow Chip Throw. My new and ingenious state of Wisconsin has managed to celebrate the tossing of cow poop for nearly 36 years. Not only do they celebrate – they’ve created an entire festival around this delightful sport of cow poop throwing, with a 5K Cow Chip Classic Run (I call it the Poop Run), a Tournament of Chips Parade (can’t even begin to imagine what the parade queen wears on her head), a craft fair, food court, and more. Needless to say…I’m. In. Love.
Wisconsin – you had me at “Cow Poop”.
But wait…it gets better.
After a long day of cow poop throwing, there’s nothing I love more than a nice bucket of sweet corn to take the edge off. Yes, you read that correctly. A bucket of corn. Like this!
Last year, Danimal and I went to the Sun Prairie Sweet Corn Festival, and it was pretty much the coolest thing EVER! I know what you’re thinking. “Lindsay – how on Earth could a corn festival be the coolest thing ever?! Like, seriously… how?!” Excellent question. THIS is how…
Friends, allow me to introduce you to the world’s most incredible invention ever. It’s a salt shaker apparatus. You could also call it a salt shaker tree if you like. No matter what you call it, it’s a laundry rack holding 50 salt shakers dangling from strings. A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!
This was the first thing I noticed as I stepped into the fair grounds and quickly realized…”oh man, this is going to rock!”
After we got our large bucket of corn, we had to shuck it ourselves. This was the least fun part. But then, you enter the butter line. There’s a whole row of people dedicated to this one simple, yet very important, task – buttering.
Our butter kid was especially nice. Apparently, he was enjoying a promotion of sorts, as he had climbed the corn-fest- worker ladder, moving from garbage hauler to corn butterer in a matter of two years. We were impressed. But I digress. This is the cool part – Butter Boy took our bucket of corn, and one by one, rolled our delectable ears into a large pan of butter. Don’t believe me? See for yourself…
Yeah, it was pretty much awesome. And for the finale, we moved on to the now infamous salt shaker apparatus. Very strategically we salted our 9 ears of corn, lifting and rolling to ensure sufficient salt coverage. A success! Then, we joined the masses of people strewn about the grounds, awkwardly eating corn in silence, with no chance in hell of either looking attractive or having a conversation, because every single soul in the place had teeth full of corn. Lovely.
Hands down, summer is the best season of all. I’ll probably say the same about fall once October rolls around, and same for winter once I have a lap full of Christmas presents. But nevertheless, summer permeates my soul with a bounty of sweet memories that simply puts a smile on my face.
What are your favorite summer memories?