I took this not so great selfie after eating my pad thai in a record time of under 2 minutes. |
Random creepy picture of strangers. You're welcome |
My crepe. Ahhhhh. Om nom |
A Mexican food booth. I wanted to eat there so bad but then we went to the goats. |
He's sticking his tongue out at you. |
Half the reason my mentor agreed to be my mentor is because
he was planning this event (called Crave) that he thought would be right up my
alley. It was this weekend. If you go on the website you can clearly see it was
a weekend festival with music and food and also food tours around the city. My
mission: To schmooze with the vendors. To make connections. To learn things. This is all so I will be able to
post the things I have learned on this blog. It’s all for you my friends, all
for you. I woke up on Saturday morning not the happiest camper. That's funny because it's an understatement. I was not excited. But I trench-coated-up and Frankensteined my grimace to a semi smile/snarl. Then Crave turned
out to be wonderful. So I had to be happy. All of the food looked delicious and the crowd was
impressive considering it was a dreary morning. The first thing I had was Pad
Thai from Jasmine Rice because I am boring and go straight for my favorite
food. My mom has some incredible butternut squash curry from Thai Orchid Cafe.
After walking around and schmoozing a little, we had a dessert break. My mom had
coffee from A Cup of Commonwealth and a brownie from Martine’s Pastries. A
teacher friend of my mom’s bumped into us simultaneously eating Tiramisu from
Shakespeare and Co and some pork and potatoes thing from an undisclosed source.
I was impressed. After finding my mentor who looked sufficiently stressed and
more walking around mom dared me to get something I wouldn’t normally get. I
got “Nashville-style hot fried chicken in a Korean style bun w/ bread and
butter bok choy” from Azur. That was interesting in a good/strange way. Then I
went back to boring with a cinnamon sugar crepe from La Petite Creperie, the most
European and wonderfully French place we have in town.
It was right around then that my aunt called and asked if we
wanted to go on one of the Crave Farm Food Tours to a goat cheese farm, and we
were like, “uh, totally”. So we hopped in the car and drove off to Athens.
Pronounced Aethens. I fell asleep in the back with a Literature textbook as a
pillow. It was blissful. When I woke up we were at the cutest/quaintest/most
bucolic little farm ever. We went and visited the goats and then went inside
where they were serving sorbet and cheese. I love both of those things so I was
basically in goat farm heaven. I had mango-lime sorbet, mom had pawpaw and my
aunt had caramel goat chèvre. Chèvre means goat cheese. I think. All of them were fantastic. We talked
to both the cheese and sorbet lady. We also negotiated a pawpaw cheese exchange so they can make more sorbet. (I'm excited cause that cheese was good and now its all gone.) Then we got some cheese and I went home and
ate it. And it was delightful.