Today I dragged my apartment mate out to the Finger Lakes Cheese Festival. Upon arrival, I was told I looked like a twelve-year-old. I shouldn’t have corrected the lady; I could’ve gotten in for free, but seriously? You’re only off by over 8 years hun. Someone please teach me how to look my age. Our first stop at the festival was the petting zoo because apparently we are small children. Also, alpacas.
I must admit the small children petting the animals were just as cute as the animals themselves. I must also mention that alpacas make the strangest noise that I’ve ever heard come out of an animal.
Next, we wandered around the farm. The tour started out well with some cute newborn cows and a goat, but then we suffered quite the shock when the cow right in front of us starting pooping. And didn’t stop. For a very long time. It just kept coming out. And was definitely not the consistency I was expecting. Sorry for that description. Moving on now.
We bought some cheese because it was a cheese festival after all. Then we milked a goat.
We stopped by Seneca Lake on the way back to Ithaca because so pretty.
On to the next adventure of the day: making a wheat-free cake for my friend’s birthday.
I stupidly decided it would be okay to whip egg whites by hand. It only took 15 minutes and the sacrifice of one arm. Would not recommend. I’d say that was enough exercise for the weekend.
Final product came out pretty well though. We’ll see how it tastes tomorrow.