It was a low-key 4th of July around here. Brad hasn’t come to Seward yet, and a bunch of people are gone for one reason or another, so we were a small but mighty crew. There was very little pressure or ambition to ‘do’ anything. Lloyd said we should walk the square around 10, but after showers and his morning nap, we didn’t leave the house until after 11. There was really nothing to buy at the square except Lloyd’s obligatory mustard, then we walked through the food alley. There were at least five shaved ice stands, including this one that made Lloyd’s heart leap with joy, only to fall in sub-par-frozen-treat disappointment. This is not Hawaiian Shave Ice
Sorry Lloyd, but this year there was a different treat to be had: ribbon fries. We saw a lady eating a huge pile of what seemed to be potato chips in a big tangle. We ferreted out where she got them, and at the booth I saw the coolest contraption on the face of the planet:
That, my friends, is a ribbon fry cutter. I started to take a picture and the man asked if I wanted to take a video. You can hear him make some witty comment that I completely didn’t hear but I laughed heartily anyway because ….. well, because I never pay attention to anything when it’s actually happening.
They were delicious! They came with cheese sauce, which was unnecessary, but ketchup would have been nice.
Other than that, it was a nice 4th. The parade was wonderful: five Czech queens, just the right amount of non-float vehicles (trucks, ambulances, dry-cleaning vans), a good-natured group of hollerers, and Beth got a hug from a stranger. Afterward, we hung around and ate delicious food, but we skipped the fireworks because we are old and know better now.