The four day Easter weekend has come and gone, and I enjoyed it.
The highlight was spending 12 hours at the Easter Show with my flatmate and her nine year old half-sister. The Sydney Royal Easter Show is an Institution. Its a bit like an Agricultural Show, only its for City people rather than people who actually work with livestock or crops. I could tell that, because the animal stalls were labelled.
There’s a Fun Fair. And a Demonstration Dairy Milking Parlour. And a Rodeo. And barns divided into little stalls filled with goats, sheep, pigs, cattle, horses and dogs. And endless stalls selling hot dogs, candy-floss and ice-cream. Basically, its nine-year-old heaven.
I remember being that age and promising myself that when I was grown-up and could do all the things I wanted without parents saying “No, its too expensive” or “No, you’re too young”, I would go on every single ride and eat candy-floss til my teeth fell out of my head.
Of course, now that I’m a mature adult (no sniggering in the back please) I went on just two rides -which were much higher, faster and travelled at more oblique angles than was apparent from the ground – and then felt slightly queasy. And after five hours of walking around in the sun I wanted nothing more than a sit down and a nice cup of tea.
My abiding memory of the day? Well, one could get a stick, dip it into a vast vat of melted bright yellow cheese, then – as it congealed – thrust it into another vat, this time of batter, as a coating. This was ‘Cheese on a Stick’, a local delicacy, but I’m afraid I got all middle class and turned it down. I could hear it clogging arteries as I shuffled past in morbid fascination.