Our village hosted a Soiree Western last night. Featuring horses, burgers, beer and fun. Our first one. The kids helped set up. The burgers served were from our farm.
The kids LOVED riding the horses. We run a strict no-horse home. I don’t want to trot down that road. Lucy will come up with many reasons why this should not be the case.
The kids ran wild and the adults enjoyed the evening. Lucy was the oldest girl in the kid bunch which allowed her to hold court and coordinate dances to the rocking tunes. We played both kinds of music at the soiree, country and western.
I felt the evening was friendly as people came dressed up. There was a lot to talk about. We had an Argentinian Gaucho, cowgirls, indians, Aussie Jackaroo and the rest. Me? I went gingham style. Some pig-tails and two pink bows.
Plus frites, salad and brownies. Serving was animated, but great to meet all the people who came to enjoy a burger Américain.
The onions were sautéed which took the American burger up a notch almost into gourmet territory. We slapped some pickles on and there was a bit of a rumble. Thankfully, people seemed pickle positive. The sauce secret also seemed to work. Next time, bacon might be on the menu.
After the second burgers were distributed to those wanting more and the brownies served, I grabbed a beer from a non-cowboy. He poured it well and it was the best beer I ever ate.
170 burgers served. We should hang a sign.