Photos from Farm to Fork Festival in Sacramento
Because this Sacramento Realtor had only one open house on Saturday in Arden Manor, it seemed fitting to take the afternoon off to attend the Farm to Fork Festival in Sacramento. September has many events around Farm to Fork, which is Sacramento’s new slogan. Forget City of Trees. Farm to Fork brings in more money, so Sacramento is going with Farm to Fork.
Here is a photo my husband shot of me at the Farm to Fork Festival in Sacramento. That thing that looks like a high tech helicopter behind me is actually a machine used in the fields for harvesting. Its cockpit is like your own private studio. Downright comfortable. Only thing it’s missing is a big screen TV in the window.
Unsure what this booth was about but it was labeled Rosemont High School Culinary Arts. This kid looks to me to be about 7 but all high schoolers seem that age to me, so I am the wrong person to comment. Although, I do not know why he is wearing a mask over his eyes. Looks like he is cutting up pasta noodles.
There wasn’t much food available at Farm to Fork unless you count the food trucks. Apples. Milk. Berries. And I don’t count the food trucks because the lines are way too long. In fact, the lines were way too long for almost everything. Fortunately, I found a short line before I starved to death and was able to score really BIG brats with onions and yellow mustard. Which I promptly dribbled down the front of my shirt. Will that stain come out or will I end up disposing of the garment? And then we met these incredible cute dogs. This guy in the photo has been making friends all day long due to those adorable pups.
And who doesn’t love a pig? Especially a pig who looks just like Arnold from Green Acres and snorts at all the appropriate moments. This pig almost ate the pants legs off a guy who was standing too close to the rail. He was oblivious that the pig was chewing on him. That’s when I realized, oh, yes, they serve beer at the Farm to Fork Festival in Sacramento. Except the lines for that were too long as well, so we opted for a craft cocktail in a can. Which seemed weird but beats standing in line.
Here, near the exit and past the 80-member brass band which seemed to take the crowd by storm, was a demonstration for table setting. I’m not sure what she was talking about specifically but I stopped because table setting display competitions at the Minnesota State Fair, for example, were always terribly interesting when I was a kid. I love setting tables. The creativity involved, evoking the senses, mix of materials, colors, fabrics, flowers, arrangements. This woman was doing something with carrots.
You can’t have a Farm to Fork Festival in Sacramento without animals. Soon as I spotted the little kids running around with plastic cows, I wanted one. Perhaps that’s because I never got a plastic cow on my first grade field trip to the farm. We got off the bus. I got a whiff of the farm and promptly threw up. They stuck me back on the bus, and I did not get to see the dairy farm nor the cows. Yup, city kid. But we found the display where you could win a plastic cow and my husband scored!