Full of culture - and starches

Peach and I trolled around The Heritage Festival this afternoon, braving temperatures of over 25 degrees (Celcius) and the blazing sun without sunscreen. I'm a little burned, but nothing like she is. I love Heritage Days; tents full of people from different cultures, sharing their crafts, their (sometimes) overpriced food, their music and dance, and especially their foodstuffs. I've liked the festival since the first time I went: I was eight, and that was the day I had my very first green onion cake. I have loved them ever since.

At the end of our visit, we ran into Marie and Matt, and sat in the French Café tent remeniscing about the day:

Me: Ah, Heritage Days. The one time a year you can eat crepes and drink Hawaiian smoothies.
Marie: After just having green onion cakes.
Me: And bannock.
Matt: When I worked at Fort Edmonton Park, the ladies would make bannock first thing in the morning.
Me: Bannock - Breakfast of Champions. It should be a cereal!
All: Mmm!
Me: And you could have a bowl full of little bannocks.
Matt: That's what you could call it: Bannix.
Me: The 'X' makes it hip.
Peach: "New Sugar-Frosted Bannix!"
Matt: And Apple-Cinnamon flavour!
Peach: Now with pemmican!

We're naturally silly, yes, but I think the heatstroke helped with that.