If it’s Saturday, it must be festival time in California.
Let’s run some longhorn steers to the state Capitol for the Farm to Fork Festival.
Head to the San Bernardino mountains to what has to be the
only festival held in honor of pinecones.
Celebrate all the vegetables and fruits, from apples to
zucchini. Add in lobster, just because. Crawdads in the Delta were a no-brainer,
but they 86’d that festival because apparently you can’t eat crawdads without drinking
gallons of beer and terrorizing the locals. (Now it's the Cajun Festival –
so tame, it barely exists.)
Someday, I’m going to the Earthquake Festival in Winters,
because that one makes total sense.
Hard apple cider, apple doughnuts, apple pies at Apple Hill,
near Placerville. Still good after all these years.
I’m a sucker for all these festivals. Is there really garlic
ice cream? An avocado song?
The craft booths equally horrify and fascinate me.
Yeah, I now have a tortilla warmer that will let me instantly steam my
tortillas in the microwave AND keep them warm through the dinner hour. (Not yet
used, but I feel so much better knowing I have it.)
People-watching and dog-watching are half the attraction. Getting there and seeing new places are part of the fun.
Any excuse for a festival works for me.
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