As I quickly realized, this was more of a biker rally than a true food fest. In the picture on the right you can make out the small white trailer they were selling the Turkey Fries from. The rest is the line.
After an hour and ten minutes I approached what is affectionately referred to as the "Nut Hut". On the right the star of the show, Turkey Fries. Which were actually better with Dijon Mustard?
I was skeptical at best.
Video of the week. This band sort of sums up the crowd and feel of this festival. This is a cover of
I would like to start by thanking my 12 loyal readers for voting, and a special thanks to Anne for suggesting this fest. An extra special thanks to the 6 that had complete disregard for my well-being. I don't get scared easily but I truly wondered just what the heck I had gotten myself into with this one.
Not everyone was too bad, as I did speak to someone who called himself "Slim Shady" (he had a tattoo of himself with that nickname on his arm). He told me about how just 15 years ago all of the
If you actually read last week's write-up on Strawberry Festival, Testicle Fest was quite the opposite. They only had a few food trailers and people selling garage sale type wares. There was even a person selling hot dogs from their crock pot. All the warning signs were there: no email when I talked to the organizer on the phone, no website for the event, and the ever increasing number of bikers leaving as I was arriving. In fact I had to stop for directions at a gas station, and a patron's response was, "go down this road, take a right at the blinking yellow light and you'll find the crazies". Apparently there is also an advantage of having one road into town, as they stopped every car before town in order to charge a $5 admission charge for the event.
I have never eaten testicles before, and I guess I can check that off. They were crispy and pleasant at first, then they took on a chewy texture, then it was a little irony and gamey. Sorry. As I received my order, they announced there were only 50 orders left and there were hundreds of people behind me in the 2 block long line. I checked out the band, ate a funnel cake, and tried not to make too much eye contact (hence the lack of true crowd pictures). I got out of there like a bat out of hell, as the policeman told me there usually wasn't any trouble 'til after sundown. I can't wait until tomorrow for a family friendly horseradish festival; wish me luck in the recipe contest. You live, you learn, and you don't go back to Testicle Festival next year.
