We approve of pioneer day - fiesta days

One of the reasons Bronson and I will love Utah so much is for its additional State holiday that the other 49 don't observe, that is Pioneer Day.

This year it landed on a Sunday which means we celebrated on a Monday. Oh but you know, my work doesn't consider it a holiday so I, reluctantly, came in. I have that college syndrome still in me, where holidays are always days off from school and work no matter what.

I dropped Bronson off at the starting line at the Provo Temple for him to participate in the Temple to Temple 5K run. We were all sorts of bummed the night before that I hadn't worked it out to get time off to run with him. Poor guy ran by himself -- but I love that he doesn't not do things he loves, even if he has to do it alone. Since our stake (but more like ward) is the one who puts it on, he volunteered to help take everything down after the race.

That afternoon we ate more of our homemade cafe rio. (Did I tell you how domestic we were on Sunday?) We reached some new heights -- a) I had a sip of Coca-Cola for the first time in my life. It was convenient, just 2 hours before the Sacrament. b) I didn't like it. c) But I did use it to marinade the pork in and oh sugar it was good.

Bronson took charge of the lime cilantro rice, and I made enough cilantro lime dressing for a puppy to bath in. We had so much food leftover. We really should remember we are cooking for 2 not 20.

That night we experimented with homemade peach ice-cream. A nice co-worker gave me peaches from her tree and we combined that with a can of peaches. We had to forgo a few of the instructions like letting the peaches and sugar stand for an hour -- but honestly, you can't believe everything you read these days, even if it is from a recipe. We had to share our dessert. . . because frankly we didn't think it was THAT good, but we were hoping others wouldn't notice. ;) No one will ever want to come to our house for dinner again I'm sure. In between the cafe rio and peach ice-cream extravaganza, I sewed some more burp cloths and baby washcloths... because why not? Man, we were channeling some major domesticity that day.

Oh yeah, back to Pioneer Day. I got off work early, because, I sure felt selfish like I deserved it. And i'm not ashamed. Its amazing that two hours at home feel so different than 2 hours at work. A simple thing I enjoyed was eating lunch. We weren't pressed for time and had plenty to talk about. Its not everyday you get to eat lunch with your spouse.

We went did alittle bit of shopping (like : $1.05 for a Dockers dress shirt for B, and $0.42 cents for a bamboo ladle holder for our counter top -- both brand new). I know, I know, you're probably begging me to tell you my savvy secrets -- but sadly,we just had gift cards so we got lucky.

Anyways... the much  more important part of Pioneer Day, we went to the Fiesta Days Rodeo in Spanish Fork. Driving on the main street was enough to convince me that we need to move there. Like pronto. Well, kinda. I loved the small town country feel, its so homey isn't it? And then entering the rodeo was like entering a different country. Bronson and I were the ONLY one's without a cowboy/cowgirl hat, boots, flared jeans, and flannel. #oops.

While waiting in line for some really yummy greasy fries, I observed a few things.

-- Women's hair sat a good three inches above their heads.
-- The crisp pearly white button down shirts were probably the most sacred shirt in these people's closets.
-- Its like all the old men simultaneously attended a class on mastering the perfect mustache -- where the tips hang just slightly below the chin.
-- Being in the crowd was like walking in a sea of flared pants -- almost like it was a culture that didn't know skinny jeans existed.
-- The opening prayer was this heavy mix between LDS and Evangelical, and the national anthem made you feel more proud to be an American and patriotic more than ever before.
-- Every mother, father, and child participated. Rodeo life is a family affair. The bucking bronco's event had three brothers right after another participate. And this is just any event they enrolled in -- I mean this is at the professional level. People paid big money to enter in events like this.

I could hardly stand watching the bull riding and bare back horse riding because of the high danger level! Ah. How do people do this for a living? Although it was quite entertaining. There were about 3 contestants from Oregon, many from Texas, Louisiana, Brazil, Idaho, Montana, and Utah. And at the very end they topped it off with a few motor-cross tricks. These people are equally crazy talented and super nuts.

1 comment

  1. I'm a little concerned that you are doing cafe rio on your own. That may mean you won't come over as often to the Moss home for Sunday dinner :(


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