May 1, 2010 -- it’s Derby day for those of you who aren’t aware and for shame if you didn’t.
The race, the drinks (known as the mint julep), the stew (burgoo), and lord, the hats!
Hats are synonymous with the race.
Hats of every shape and size (large mostly) and ornately trimmed are the winning spectacle of the Run for the Roses.
When Millionaires row opened in the 1950’s, hats were the signature of stature in the area, and the bigger the hat the more bucks you had. Now it has become one of the best loved trademarks of the auspicious day at Church Hill Downs.
Hunter S. Thompson (surprisingly, a family friend) wrote a little ditty you can view on the website of the Kentucky Derby. It’s a tough piece to digest if you have any stomach problems, but it gives an unaltered view of what can and usually does happen on the infield of the Derby itself. It’s a rather riotous bunch in Kentucky when they are running their favorite race.
It’s almost post time; I have stew cooking and need to crush the ice for the juleps. Ya’ll get your hats on and join us for some stew and cheese grits and singing of Ole Kentucky Home.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
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