"Garlic Festival"

 At the "Garlic Festival" looking at soap.

This weekend was the annual Fly Creek Garlic Festival. As new grad students to the area, trying to become acquainted with the community and surrounding areas, we decided it would be a great experience if a group of us went to the Festival.

One of our professors warned us to go with low expectations, and if we did that we would enjoy ourselves. What he should have done was just warned us not to go at all. We spent about 20 minutes on back roads that twisted and turned through the back countryside. All of the scenery was very beautiful, we were however, excited about the garlic festival.

Eventually, after following a trail of yellow signs that read "Garlic" we arrived at a barn on the side of the road stating we had reached the Garlic Festival at Dancing Veggies Farm. The festival was one barn and three tables. One table you could buy garlic, the other you could taste a few recipes and the final you could be soap at. That was the whole festival. And when we piled out of a car, a bunch of twenty-somethings, and they saw a Delaware licence plate the locals gave us quite a look. The locals being about the 5 girls at the table and the 3 people buying garlic.

I'm a girl from Southern New England, and to me festivals are big events, with parades, rides, games, and most importantly food to eat. Not being from the up-state New York area, this was quite a let down. There wasn't even food to buy really, only garlic. I suppose if a person liked garlic it would be a great trip to get some, but otherwise it was not worth our time, except for the fact we got a funny story out of it and we now need to decide if we want to send the new students next year there as a joke.