More than six hours later, I still have a distinct taste of garlic in my mouth. Garlic fries. Garlic ice cream. Shrimp, mushrooms, noodles, BBQ, and sausages laced with oodles of garlic.
Yesterday, the husband and I drove over to Gilroy (not in San Benito County) and sampled some of the garlicky foods for sale at its infamous Garlic Festival. Consuming all that garlic was for a good cause. Really.
This was the first time I attended the event, which started in 1979. I didn't know until just now that the festival is a major annual fundraiser for Gilroy's many nonprofit organizations. Last year, the festival raised $270,000, according to its Web site. Wow! Okay, maybe I'll excuse it for having to pay $3 for a bottle of water.
The festival continues today and Sunday.
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| I thought the garlic fries were the best tasting thing I ate. The potatoes were totally loaded with the stinking rose. |
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| As the mama would say, "Lots of people there." |
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| Setting the pans on fire was part of the show of cooking in front of a crowd. |
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