I have always loved the Orange County Fair. For an area so chic, or suburban, or urban, but not rural, to have a good ol' country fair always felt so...comforting. I loved to walk past the rows and rows of growing vegetables in their demonstration garden, delighted to know how brussels sprouts grow (not in plastic bags in the supermarket, in case you were wondering). I loved to see the piglets, just born, the peacocks and llamas and cows and fried foods and crazy people and carnival rides and... oh.
People in this crazy county DO quilt, raise farm animals, and bake beautiful display cakes. Oh, and people, even in the OC where the real estate market never really dropped and the lots are small and getting smaller, DO dedicate some of their time to growing fruits and vegetables. I joined their ranks this year. I grew two beautiful pumpkins and carried them to the fair on Tuesday morning. And I won! (They did spell my name wrong, but who's counting?)
