The Glorious Garlic festival at Fox Run Vineyards is an annual tradition for us. In 2009 we went for the first time, alone. 2010 we brought some MI friends (and then, five days later, learned we were having Raddy G…eek). 2011 was a much-needed postpartum celebration with our friend Dave. 2012 we went alone again. 2013 was immediately following the Cayuga Lake Triathlon (where I won my age group despite a desperate code brown situation on the run course) with our SF friends. This year it was just us again.
It is what it says it is; an event dedicated to the preparation and consumption of garlic, oh, and a bunch of wine. The vendors are primarily local, most selling garlic something, but this is where we also stock up on oil and vinegar. Our favorite purchase every year is Butternut Squash Seed Oil from Stony Brook Wholehearted Foods. I swear, it’s the best thing you’ll ever eat. From their website:
A flavorful, healthy and local alternative to European olive oil. Our company’s first bottled oil, butternut squash seed oil (BSSO) debuted in the fall of 2008. With the help of food scientists at Cornell University, we discovered a delicious, all-natural oil locked up in squash seed that would otherwise be destined for compost. This oil is released by precise roasting and expeller pressing without the use of chemicals, excessive heat or harsh filtration. This gently processed oil contains no hydrogenated fats, chemical additives, or preservatives.
The oil contains only one ingredient: oil from roasted pressed varietal squash seeds. We produce the oil in small batches, ensuring a level of quality from seed to bottle to shelf.
The oil’s nutty taste makes a great replacement for nuts in baked goods or stuffings for those with nut allergies.
Blah blah blah…whatever, it’s good shit. Buy it. Put in on, of all things, mango with some sea salt. Really. Just do it. I swear you’ll be a convert.
Enough about oil and garlic, what about me? Well, it couldn’t have been a better day. Raddy G went to visit his Baca and Mimi around 11, Jake and I took the convertible on back roads down to Geneva, stopping at Ravines Winery for a case+ of wine. We are members there and I love almost everything they do but we seem to blow through Keuka Village White at an alarming rate around here. That inexpensive, simple white is summertime porch wine and we serve it when people visit, when we just relax on our porch, when we drink in the neighbors garage (cause I’m high-end like that) and when we want white sangria. Really, you can’t wrong. So, a few of these, you know, just in case we get stranded on a porch in the summer.
Then we headed further south to Fox Run. The event is always crowded and every year I say I’ll remember something to sit on and my own traveling wine glass and every year I forget. No changes there. I think next year I’ll try to get there early enough to get a table on the porch…right. Anyway, both the inside cafe and an outdoor tent serve food. We opted for the tent, but probably should have gone inside. The tent had fairly unimpressive pulled pork sandwiches, white pizza with three small strips of arugula, and fries with garlic mayo. However, the cafe indoors had its regular menu of cheese boards. The cheese board are huge, well-selected and delicious. Mistake on our part.
Along with that we got a bottle (or 2, don’t judge) of dry reisling. After eating we made our way to the member’s tent where you get a special tasting/pairing. This time there was a cocktail made with the Hedonia dessert wine as well as tastings of unfinished oaked vs steel barrel chardonnay. I’m not sure if one lady at our table had had a few too many or really wasn’t that sharp to start with but she twice asked what the difference was between oak barrel and steel barrel chardonnay was. Um, the barrel…it makes it taste different. The wine maker was clearly unsure how to change her answer to make that clear, but she did a nice job.
We sat on the lawn and enjoyed the music before leaving around 4 for a quick tasting at Billsboro Winery, where we bought more wine. We made it home by 6, played with Raddy G in the rain until almost 8 (bad parenting; bedtime is 7), and sat with our neighbors, sharing some smoked moz with tomato; mango with the new oil; and more wine. Long day, good day, next year-chairs!!!