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Looks tasty, right? (Photo courtesy of Wikipedia.)

Today, I went to a local Scottish Festival.  The air was filled with smells of kettle corn and meat pies.  There were kilts everywhere. As I ordered a lemonade, I had to raise my voice to be heard over the bagpipes.  We arrived at the fairgrounds in time to hear a rousing piece by the Wicked Tinkers. One of the band members was jumping from picnic table to picnic table playing a huge drum.  He wasn’t bad looking either. The audience cheered loudly, and a group of very enthusiastic ladies danced it up near the stage.    Kilts and rhythm — a deadly combination.

I wish I took more pictures, but that’s hard to do when you’re juggling two kids, a diaper bag, drinks, popcorn and bits of change.  There were teas, swords and shields for sale.  There were also tea cups with four leaf clovers, tea cups with a map of Scotland, and shortbread.  One florid looking man (in a kilt of course) asked me if I wanted to try some shortbread.  A few minutes later, I was pulling out $8.50 for a short bread cake.

When I got home, I read the ingredients:  Butter, Flour, Sugar, Salt and Love.

I can’t walk away from these festivals empty-handed.  I always have to buy something.  This year I came away with two bags of kettle corn, a shepherd’s pie and my shortbread (that comes with love).  I’m surprised I left the festival without some kind of tartan garment or one of those map of Scotland teacups.

Yes, I know this is not a post about books, but shortbread and books go together, right?