Certainly is festival season around this blog. Since I'm a mother, taking our daughter to festivals seems like the thing to do, when the weather is nice. Actually, there won't be many festivals between now and October, when the Apple Festival happens. So on Saturdays I think we'll hike or canoe.
Until we arrived at the strawberry festival I didn't realize it was officially called the Wayne Scott Strawberry Festival. This is another first-time attendance at a local festival for me. Have heard of it for years, but never went. Mostly, I don't like crowds. This wasn't crowded, actually, so that excuse doesn't work. And most festivals are all about food, so it makes sense that I'm there, right? Cuz I'm all about food.
Strawberries are nice, but not my favorite fruit. And I don't love a strawberry shortcake, but the ones I saw other festival attendees carrying around piqued my curiosity and I decided I had to have them. Several booths competed for my money on the shortcake front, but when it came down to it, the Clinchfield Senior Adult Center's shortcake looked best.
It wasn't completely awesome, but it was a delightful treat for three bucks. The strawberries were fresh. Not so sure about the cake. The ice cream was inside a cooler to keep it chilled as the gentleman scooped it, so I have no clue about what brand it was. And the whipped cream was land o lakes from a can.
There was plenty of other festival food, but we didn't partake. Ian isn't particularly ambulatory since he's not a week post-op yet. While I stood in line for the shortcake and found a place to eat, he accompanied Elsa to the Unicoi Elementary playground and sat on a bench while she gamboled, skipped, slid, and climbed. One thing I know about festivals and children is this: Producing them on school grounds is essential in keeping children attendees happy.