We’re still sweating garlic from every pore, but that’s just a measure of how much we enjoyed celebrating Delray Beach’s quirkiest festival.
We kicked off our epicurean adventure with garlic ice cream, a rookie mistake that effectively ended my tour –not for want of trying, simply for lack of belly room.
Molly, Vince and my brother in-law Chip, however, bravely marched on through plates of Garlic Crab Boil, Garlic Roasted Pizza and Garlic Bruschetta. Meanwhile, I shot pictures of the glorious display.
We saw a cheerfully mature human garlic clove introduce himself to an equally clove-attired little sprout. We moseyed through cool booths including the mildly alarming Carnivorous Plant Stand (and subsequently spent the rest of our tour humming the Little Shop of Horrors Soundtrack).
We talked Florida politics with perfectly pleasant grassroots campaigners from both sides of the aisle, while sipping a chocolate old-fashioned.
I felt sorry for my sister in-law Elaine, who managed to avoid eating any garlic at the festival, but couldn’t avoid the rest of us as we loaded up and headed home. I imagine she wanted to roll down her window and stick her head into the passing breeze, but she smiled bravely and joined in our garlicky conversation.
If you love garlic, add Delray Beach’s Garlic Festival to your list of things to do. If you don’t love garlic, pop in anyway. There’s plenty to enjoy at the Best Stink’ Party in Town.
