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Fair Prep, and an unexpected visit.

Monday was a very busy day. Mommy had to be at the Pierce Co Fair to set up because she is the ASOATFR. (assistant superintendent of all things food related).

Daddy and the kids had work to do at the house. Mostly digging for a new fence on our front yard (the old one blew down last winter) and baking muffins to enter in the fair, and then cleaning bedrooms and kitchen. We like to do that every once in a while.

So we didn’t get to the farm until after lunch, and found a surprise visitor there.

Tony from the Swiss Park had stopped by. He brought with him some of his accordions (these are old school Swiss accordions also called “Hand Harmonicas,” or Schwyzerörgeli.

The kids got to try to play one of the younger ones, i.e. only a hundred years old or so.

And Ellie looks like a child of the 60’s.

Seppi is in his Avenging Archangel outfit, or maybe his Water Fairy costume. We are not sure which.

Tomatoes are starting to ripen nicely. Having them trellised this year makes a huge difference in ease of access, and preventing mold.

Cuore di Bella tomato, a beautiful deep red with lots of flesh and a delicately sweet taste, a milder foil to the sharper, more acidic rush of the Heirloom marriage variety.

One of the Kabochas chose the wrong place to ripen. A wedged squash in a great tightness. In a word, irremovable.

Monday night Mommy and Evie were at the fair late getting set up, Deedee was helping judge canned goods, so Papa came home with us.

We cooked up some stroganoff with ground beef from our steers. Let me tell you, that is the beefiest tasting beef I have ever had.

Ellie and Winnie ate the strogan right off the noodles!

More fair setup. Trying to rehab the wheels on this old wagon so Mommy can use it to drop off chickens.

Thanks to Papa, we got two wheels with working tubes that held air. That will do until we can switch them out for run flats, or get a sturdier wagon.

Evie dug out the chicken paraphernalia, but all, as it turned out, alas, for nought.

But that is another story.

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