Cowboy Christmas was this weekend, and it's the last hurrah for the town until, oh, Memorial Day. There was a whole schedule of events posted including music, food, and a dash of religion (it took research to figure out that the musical guest was a teenage gospel singer I was going to need to avoid).
The kickoff event was "Oyster stew" at the Cowboy Cafe. Since I live closer to the Cowboy Cafe than anyone else in Medora, I figured I had better show up. When Amber and I got there, the place was packed with white-haired ladies and old guys with walkers and cowboy hats. Of course. And, of course, they all stared at me. I'm sure it's because they were trying to figure out who I was, something relatively harmless. But then again, what business is it of theirs? Anyway, I was the most local in the room unless the owners were actually living upstairs. Maybe it's a Milwaukee thing, or a northern European thing, but it seems like looking too hard at people you don't know is VERY THREATENING. The soup at the Cowboy Cafe was very good, the sandwich awful (maybe it's a Wisconsin thing, too, but can I get some real cheese on this thing?), and the pickled okra untouched.
Saturday was more exciting as "Eats on the Streets" went on around lunchtime. Most of the local businesses were open and had treats out: BBQ beef sandwiches at the Harold Schafer Center, bison chili at the otherwise private Wooly Boys Saloon, cookies, cider, etc. We had a cheese and cracker table (where's the wine?) that I thought was pretty tasty. We had about 6 pounds of cheese log still left when it was over, and I worked on that for a while today. It snowed in the evening, but it didn't stop the fireworks show! They launched the fireworks from the base of the hill right by the apartment, so we had a front row seat. I felt bad for the people in the house on the corner right next to the launch area as the low-arcing misfires rained down on their house. Seemed like a fire code issue to me, but at least it was snowing and wet at the time. It was a better fireworks show in December than I've seen from the very basic 4th of July shows in St. Mary the last 5 summers.