It was a lovely warm day, 21 degrees (70F) with blue skies and a light onshore breeze. Hundreds of tourists and locals were already crowding the Festival's food and drink stalls - several dozen of them - or queuing outside the marquee where cooking displays are held. Elder son, a determined foodie, led the charge.
I've got a taste for sausages...I blame several winters spent working in Frankfurt, Germany, when, after work each day, I would enjoy a plate of currywurst and a glass of apfelwein on the way home (or even a glass of gluhwein if it was bitterly cold).
So, today's first stop for me was the bratwurst with a liberal dash of curry ketchup, helped down by a glass of Harvey's Olympia Golden Ale, a light summer drink only brewed between April and September.
Soon it was time to eat again. This time I chose a Jamaican curried goat meal with brown rice and beans, from a stall decked out in Jamaican flags and the national colours of black, gold and green, staffed by a couple of guys wearing crocheted rastacaps. The goat was excellent; mildly flavourful, tender with a tasty sauce.
Elder son, who is rather adventurous in food, being both a gourmet and (whisper it) a gourmand, had by this time sampled Guinness W. Indian porter ale, an Indian paneer roll, a lamb samosa, surf & turf (grilled steak and prawns) and a glass of ale.
By this time the mixture of hot sun and full stomachs was beginning to tell. For me it was dessert time, an ice cream sundae with hot caramel - scrumptious (but the missus, who had been surprised by the heat of some chilli-flavoured food, scoffed much of it!). Elder son, not to be outdone, bought some baklava, a super-sweet Turkish dessert made of paper-thin layers of filo pastry filled with chopped nuts and saturated with syrup or honey...and two jars of hot chilli sauce.
Quite a day - thanks to elder son for insisting we come and keep you company!
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