Bacon In Your Bloody Mary

On Sunday, we biked in Forest Park again. This time we did make it to the African Arts Festival. We looked at the crafts and listened to the music, but our main objective was their ethnic food. Anne recalled that in past years they had Lassa Poulet there and she wanted to try it this time. We found the booth that had it, it was Jamaican and so was the Lassa. I decided to get the Jerk Chicken instead, just to have something else that we could share. We found seats in the shade and after first sampling our own selections we traded off dishes to sample the other dish. When we were trading back again though, Anne jerked during the handoff and my Jerk tumbled into the grass. She really felt like a jerk about this, but I invoked the five-second rule and was able to salvage some of my meal. She also shared more of her Lassa with me, which tasted a lot like the Lassa that she makes, Jamaican or no.

Sunday night we reprised the Shakespeare Festival. This time we saw Henry IV. Parts one and two were sandwiched into one performance. Young Hal (Henry V) was being led astray by the mighty (at least in girth) Falstaff. Unlike for Henry V, where we had the forethought to sip Crispin Cider, we didn’t think of getting Falstaff beer for this show until it was too late. Old Henry IV was bemoaning the excesses of his wayward son and wishing that he was more like that nice boy, Hotspur. Hal straightens himself out in the end and ends up putting Hotspur down, who had since turned rebellious to the king. There was more sword-fighting in Henry IV than there was in Henry V, which surprised me. Like the night before the actors came out during the Green Show to scrimmage. This time an assistant director stopped me from taking photos. I explained that last night the announcer had said that photography was permitted during the Green Show, but she would have none of that. Later the announcer came on again and again said that picture-taking was OK during the Green Show, but then added, except for taking photos of the main stage actors. This was too bad, because the light was so much better that night.

On Memorial Day, we took Dave out for brunch at the Southwest Diner. It is fast becoming our favorite diner. Unfortunately it is also everyone else’s favorite dinner too. It was very crowded. The photo with this post is from there. I did have bacon, along with eggs, but I didn’t sample the bloody Mary, with or without bacon. It does sound interesting though and since bacon goes with everything, why not? After brunch Dave returned to Purdue and instead of going bicycling again, Anne and I elected to go shopping at REI, for more bike stuff. The rain arrived mid-afternoon, washing out the rest of the weekend. Then work arrived this morning all too early and with quite a jolt.