We kicked off Saturday, as usual, with breakfast at the Obligatory Cow Reference. I renewed my acquaintance with their chicken-fried steak, topped with a generous helping of their spicy chili verde. Accompanied by cottage fries and a couple of eggs, it was delicious.
We headed out to the farm, where a couple of hours was spent preparing for the wedding celebration that afternoon. Two of our long-term associates have decided to tie the knot, using another of our members to officiate. FarmDad has welded together an entrance arch for the bride out of wheels from antique farm implements (which are apparently worth quite a lot of money to collectors, but he refuses to sell them, because he has “projects” in mind). That done, the group headed to the shooting range, where much fun was had by all concerned.
The wedding took place in late afternoon, and was lovely. The bride and groom are of the less conventional sort, so they made up their own wedding vows, which were original, moving, and sometimes very entertaining. The ceremony over, lots of hugs and kisses were exchanged, and we adjourned to the barn, where the grills were fired up. Every year we all contribute to buy an entire cow, which is traditionally named “Sir Loin”. T-bone steaks of enormous size were duly grilled, while FarmMom deployed pans of her famous garlic mashed potatoes. We struggled to eat our way through the food, but we’re a motivated bunch, so we eventually triumphed.
One of the fascinating things about belonging to such an eclectic group is the number of conversations on various and sundry topics that can be overheard by just wandering around. Yesterday evening, as an example, there was a discussion on the merits (or otherwise) of a particular firearm; the raising and breeding of cattle; prospects for farmers in this part of the world after a pretty miserable growing season and a very poor harvest; the political situation in the USA; the trials and tribulations of emergency medical responders and fire departments (complete with “it happened to me!” real-life stories, some hair-raising, others funny); and a conversation about books and copyright law, and dealing with plagiarism.
We were both pretty tired, so we left mid-evening to return to our hotel room and get to bed. Tomorrow should be more of the same, God willing.
Some thought-provoking reading for you, gleaned from surfing the Web in the small hours of the morning when my back would let me sleep no longer:
- Hoax Marks the Spot & the Rush to Fudge
- The coming next American Civil War
- We’re in a permanent coup
- Survey Reveals ‘Alarming’ Civic Literacy Crisis Among College Graduates
- San Francisco, Hostage to the Homeless
Mon Dieu, if I were there I would end up being transported on a forklift after such culinary debaucheries. I'm jealous.
Congratulations to the happy couple!
I've gotta ask: Obligatory Cow Reference? Is that the actual name of the restaurant, or am I just daft and missing the joke? I was curious, so I googled, but came up empty.
Now, the important stuff out of the way (lol) congratulations to the newlyweds!
@Bibliotheca Servare: No, that's not the restaurant's name; it's just what Blogorado attendees took to calling it, a play on its name and the fact that it's in a town founded during the period of the Old West.
Oh, okay. Still, that name sounds like it could've come out of a Terry Pratchett novel, lol. Thanks for answering my silly question!