Out of nosiness more than culinary interest, we stopped in at the Connecticut Garlic and Harvest Festival in Bethlehem, Connecticut, on Saturday. We were wondering how on earth a garlic festival could take up the vast acreage of the Bethlehem Fair Grounds.



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But it did, and there was garlic everywhere--even in the ice cream. And the fried dough--where there were plenty of takers. My daughter actually tried the pumpkin garlic ice cream and pronounced it good, though she opted for good old confectioner's sugar on the dough.

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The queen of the garlic fairies went about blessing one and all with her garlic wand.  No kind words would save this little fellow though.  I couldn't get away from his forlorn and somewhat accusing gaze.  I could look him straight on because I'm a purely corn fed farm girl. 

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There was something for everyone there, including some tie-dyed, downright cherry fabrics at a booth labeled, "We're all friends here."  Just the right thing to read on the first sunny Saturday since the end of the last Ice Age.

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The range of garlic and other Connecticut-produced foods was impressive, and so was the quality.  Adella fell in love with this honey and made a meal of it with peanut butter on a kaiser roll for breakfast Sunday morning.

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This stuff was downright incredible to the taste, too.

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These cranberry, chocolate, maple, and pumpkin malted-milk balls from Isn't It Sweet (interlopers from Albany, New York) were delicious.  Were.  Alas.  (Road trip to Albany?) 

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