We went down to watch the Dragon Boat races on Sloan's Lake. We met Neal (and Zanon) there and did some boat-watching, but mostly wandered the booths. Greg & Jerry got hats. Jerry's is the classic conical style, with some neat patterning in the weave, while Greg's is the swoopy pagoda-top style. I did not get a hat, but I got a mango slushie with boba for a dollar because someone ordered one and then didn't pick it up. Yum!
Lunch was fortuitous and adventuresome, because the spot we picked was right next to a guy who was just setting up for his show. His act was sort of a hodge-podge, but the centerpiece of it was making these amazing little sculptures from candy. Amezaiku, I guess it's called.
Wait -- I just found his webpage! Masaji Terasawa, "the candyman". Thanks, Intarwebs!
Anyway, I gather that it's a traditional kind of performance: candy sculpting plus magic tricks. He also did things with origami, and balancing spinning tops on fans and on sword-tips, and stuff like that. It was really neat. I think one of the interesting things was that he kept moving, continuously, the whole time. If he were just standing still, there were a number of bits that might not have kept the audience's attention, but he just kept going, so it was sort of like "what's going to happen next?"
We also saw a traditional Mongolian gher (aka a yurt). I was persuaded to try a traditional drink: fermented mare's milk. It was... it was okay. The best I can describe it is that it tasted like liquid cheese, sorta like brie, but a little more sour. I wanted water afterwards (it was a hot day, and it was not thirst-quenching), but I would probably taste it again if I was in the right frame of mind.
We came home a little after noon, not before Greg nearly burst into flames from the heat, but he recovered pretty quickly. After a short nap, I ran off to the store and then threw together some sausage, peppers, & onions and blueberry cream puffs for potluck.
I feel like I shouldn't be giving away my secrets, because everybody always raves about cream puffs and profiteroles, but I swear, they are just about the easiest thing to bake in the world. So, so simple.
Here, watch: you throw a cup of water, a stick of butter, half-teaspoon salt and tablespoon of sugar into a pan and bring it to a boil, and then you take it off the heat and dump a cup of flour into it all at once and stir like crazy. When it all comes together into a big ball, you pour it out into a bowl, let it sit for about two minutes to cool off, and then add four eggs, one at a time, using a mixer to get them all mixed in. It makes this thick, glossy, incredibly sticky batter. Put it in blobs on parchment paper on a cookie sheet, bake for 30-40 minutes at 400, and that's all there is to it. You let 'em cool off for about 20 minutes, and then you can cut them (with a serrated knife), pull out extra dough from the middle, and fill them with whipped cream. (Blueberry whipped cream: puree most of a pint of blueberries in the food processor, adding a couple tablespoons of powdered sugar. Whip about 2/3 pint of whipped cream in a bowl with your mixer until it forms stiff peaks, then add the blueberry puree and more powdered sugar to taste.) Spoon it into the cream puffs, sprinkle powdered sugar on top, and bask in the adulation.
Anyway, the food was in service to . We got John & Elizabeth down from Loveland, which was cool, as they had not been to our house before. Greg's theme is Maggie Smith movies, so we watched Keeping Mum, which is a quaint little British black comedy from a couple years ago that I quite enjoyed. Maggie Smith is just an amazingly expressive actress. You can read exactly what she's thinking on her face. It also has Rowan Atkinson being funny in a surprisingly low-key way. We also learned that Patrick Swayze can play sleazy really well. Eek.
I thought the movie maintained a this delicate balance between funny, sweet, and creepy/horrifying. The best summary I can give of it is: "what if Mary Poppins was a total psychopath?" I liked it a lot, and I recommend it.
And that was my weekend.