This past weekend was the last festival in Roscoe Village for the year. The Apple Butter Festival. It is the biggest one. Why? I don’t know, I just live here!
It could be because they make apple butter outside in a copper kettle, over a wood fire, stirring it with a wood stick. He looks happy to be there, don’t ya think?
It could be because they have lots of pottery for sale.
It could be for the entertainment. These guys were playing old folksy music.
These guys were playing young country music on the opposite end of the road. I called it the dueling entertainment.
I, however, was a bit more interested in the jelly samples,
and the apple butter samples,
and the dip samples,
and dipping oil, and wine jelly samples.
How about some cheese?
Barbecue? Bruchetta? Pirogies? Spaghetti sauce?
I was inexplicably drawn to this particular sampling tent. It sucked me in like some sort of invisible vacuum cleaner, and spit me out right in front of this table. See that plate in the middle? Tiny bits of Buckeyes. I had 2. I was going to sample each and every one, but I was afraid the hubbie would drag me out of there kicking and screaming, and I am just not into making a scene.
I didn’t purchase any because I can make any of this sinfully delicious stuff at home for a fraction of the cost, but why would I want to do that, when I can have the hubbie purchase me Hershey’s any time I want.
So there you have it. A small taste ~~I crack myself up~~of the Apple Butter Festival.
If you were there tasting, which item would you have wanted to taste the most?