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| Creative presentations abound |
It's been a tradition for quite a few years now to attend Feast of Fields with our friends from the Gourmet Group. You read in previous posts about this poor unfulfilled group of people who have yet to experience a dinner cooked by me. Unfortunately this year half the group is unable to make the Feast. This year, it is up to me, the Hubby, and Steve and Mary to eat and drink til we can't do either anymore.
A gorgeous balmy Sunday. At the check in desk we are given our wineglass, our napkin, and a loot bag. We are ready. There are probably over 50 stations. We visit every one of them. Some represent a non edible product related to organic farming. Some represent wineries. Some are breweries. But most are food. We are given delicious morsels to taste.
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| Mary and I with |
Various meat is featured at a lot of stations. Pulled brisket sliders on sourdough buns. Venison on a delicious pasta mixture. Beef tongue and cheek tacos.
Celebrity chef
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| Wanda with assorted appreciative supporters and fans |
There are only three dessert stations! I solve this problem by going to each one more than once. At the organic dairy I have chai ice cream. I have a bourbon brownie topped with dark chocolate covered bacon with a dollop of sweet cherry sauce on the side. Sounds strange but the flavours work well together. Bacon is one of those foods that taste good with everything.
Wanda's Pie in the Sky is there every year. Wanda has made a delicious peach and almond cake this year.
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| The Hubby preparing to eat Cricket! |
We talk to a farmer who raises wild boar. He tells us that it's a healthy alternative to other meat as it's lean and requires no antibiotics, vaccinations, or other chemicals or drugs. But he warns us that one must always stay alert and never let down your guard when around them. Once he did and he was gored. He advises that if one is charging toward you that you must not run but instead stand your ground and make your body and your voice as large as possible. To show who is boss.
Dessert is so much safer.
As the afternoon winds down we are totally stuffed. Although there are a few more stations to visit I literally am unable to eat another thing (unless of course it's dessert). At the next station they describe what it is they are offering. But the only thing I hear is "cricket". A real insect type cricket? Yes, for its protein. And one is pointed out to us, perched on top of the otherwise tasty morsel as if in prayer. Luckily I have already proclaimed my fullness and do not have to lose internal foodie face by wimping out of eating a praying cricket.
Dessert is definitely the way to go.
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