Saturday, March 19, 2011
Here in southwest Louisiana, we’re always celebrating something. This weekend, it’s the Rabbit Festival in Iowa (pronounced I-WAY. Yes, I know what you're thinking. Just trust me.)
We saw typical festival fare. Vendors hawking their wares, live Cajun music, face painting, air brushing, pony rides. A carnival with carnie food, carnie rides, carnie games. And rabbits.
Rabbits to hold and purchase . . .
rabbits to win . . .
and rabbits to eat.
No, I didn’t eat any, but it probably tastes like chicken.