Ah, Schmeckfest... A South Dakotan excuse to fill your belly with sausage, sauerkraut, beef, homemade noodles, and poppy seed rolls - and then sit other people who have also recently filled their bellies with German explosives and wait to see what develops while listening to a two-hour musical performed by local farm talent.
This is my favorite. I can't say it or spell it right. Makauken... or something like that. All I know is that it is delicious and once you have eaten a slice of this poppy seed pastry, you will be picking black flecks out of your teeth for weeks. But it is so worth it.
Our table with Sarah, Linda, John, Grandpa, and Grandma...
They can serve up to 1000 people a night and have done this weekend festival for 49 years straight.
A wire pony in the Native American exhibit
Peppernuts... said FefferNoots... at least that's how I liked to say it.
Evidently this is how we would look if we were farmers and if I had Ross Perot as a father.
Last year I took a picture of me in the jail by myself... Now we serve time together. The family that commits misdemeanors together, stays together.
It is at this point that I must protect my audience from my twisted sense of humor and simply label this one - homemade sausage. You'll thank me later.
Granddaughter and Grandfather
Our Passover Seder table for our small group... Bitter herbs, lamb bones, saltwater, horseradish, haroseth, unleavened bread.... Passover is like Jewish Fear Factor.
Great excitement about the Seder
More excitement. Obviously Ashley is quite proud to be seen as a part of the group. Chad appears to be counting the dots on the ceiling after eating the horseradish, while Becky tries to wash down the burning sensation.
Hurry and hear the amazing guitar men who have stunned audiences as far as Liberty, Missouri...
... and then come and hear the cat that replaced them.
Rock on Frodo. Rock on.
Rock on Frodo. Rock on.
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