I made it to the Mohawk Valley Garlic and Herb Festival in Little Falls, NY, known more often as the Garlic Festival. Unfortunately, I did not take many pictures. Also, I am feeling quite tired and a bit headachy and stomach achy (oh, sure, “achy” is a word, but “headachy” is not, at least according to my Chromebook). I know, what a big baby I am. But regular readers are used to my whining. On with the blog post.
I really should have taken more than one picture of him.
The tagline for the Festival is Eat, Stink and Be Merry, and this was perhaps the merriest guy there. He was handing out mints for people who had sampled too much garlic. As a matter of fact, he is one of my usual suspects for the murder mysteries I write and present (not in that costume, of course). I was delighted to see him.
These were actually the stinkiest.
My great niece Evie was anxious to ride on the horse-drawn carriage. I did not ride but was happy to sit in the shade and wait for them. I tried to get a good picture on their return but was not quite quick enough. Still, I thought this one was good enough for inclusion.
I did not purchase any garlic but got a jar of cilantro pesto. I had a sample and it is yummy. Who thought there would be a pesto I would like better than basil pesto? I may have to do another blog post about that when I eat some of it. Pesto Pasta might make a good headline.
It was the first time in several years I had been to the Garlic Festival, so I was happy my sister Cheryl had invited me to come along with her and her daughters and granddaughter. Family and garlic, it was a good day.
Mohawk Valley Girl 