So...
We went to the reenactment of the Battle of Shiloh today in Tennessee.
We've been super travelly lately.
Yes, yes. I know travelly isn't technically a word but it is what we've been.
When we got close to the battle field I began to get a little nervous due to the sheer number of people there.
Parking was pretty nightmarish.
I mean, not running through a battlefield with cannon fire and grape shot whizzing around you nightmarish but you get my drift.
The line of cars waiting to park was vast.
The first thing we did when we got to the battle was to search for the Sutler's Tents.
Mainly the sutlers who were selling Sarsaparilla.
It was sold in these great old flip top bottles.
It tasted a lot like root beer but it was a little sweeter.
I was really disappointed this year though because last time we went to the Shiloh reenactment there was a sutler selling Native American Fry Bread. It was insanely crazy delicious.
The only other place I've had it was in Montana on an actual Indian reservation.
This year we searched and searched but alas, no fry bread.
They did have kettle corn, though.
It was good - not fry bread good but good.
Note to self:
If I ever go back to Shiloh dress a little nicer.
I say that because all day long I passed this:
Girls in beautiful dresses swishing around while I was in cutoffs and a ratty ole t-shirt.
A little damaging to ye olde self esteem.
Heck...
The minions weren't dressed any better.
I'm really ready for him to grow out of that Wimpy Kid tee shirt.
Speaking of kids I read this morning that the youngest boy killed at Shiloh was ten.
He was a drummer boy.
That kid in the picture above?
He is nine.
Crazy.
The whole thing was crazy.
I couldn't believe the amount of people in costume not to mention the amount of people participating in the battle.
And the horses, and the sutlers, and the vendors and on and on...
It was really fun though.
I'm not sure I'm ready to put this on my car yet:
Wait. Let me rephrase that:
I AM sure I'm not ready to put that on my car yet but it was fun.
I mean, kettle corn and sarsaparilla, how bad could it be?
Hi Jane,
ReplyDeleteI love root beer. It's hard to find here in Italy but I used to drink it when I was living in the States. Ice cold, it's hard to beat on a hot summer's day. I've never had a homemade version, though and I'm really curious to know about the Native American fry bread. Fried bread is a specialty in these parts of Italy at summer festivals but I suspect we are talking about something very different. What's it made off?
I've never made it but the recipe everyone swears by is just flour, salt, baking powder and water. And of course a little powdered sugar when it's done. Here is the recipe: http://allrecipes.com/recipe/fry-bread-i/
DeleteI've never had fried bread in Italy but it would be really hard for me to pass up gelato on a hot summer day.