Just because I think tomatoes are squishy, flavorless, and gross doesn’t mean I won’t go to a festival in their honor. I mean, they ARE colorful, and the festival was a fundraiser for the local fire department, so count me in!
The Tomato Festival in Washington Boro, Pennsylvania introduced me to games I didn’t know about. These were gambling folk. Put down your dime and spin the wheel to win a coconut pie or a fruit basket. The stakes were HUGE.
My friend Mandi really wanted a certain glass from the leaning tower of…well, glass and she didn’t have the aim for it. So she went to the teen guy who was amassing all sorts of (tacky) glass and asked him to win it for her. He did. Who says chivalry is dead? Mandi promptly gave the glass to her husband once we got home. I don’t recall if she told him that a cute younger man won it, though…
Some folks waited in a long line to get a tomato sandwich on white bread. They were very happy about this “meal.”
Someone was dressed up as a tomato. Of course she was. Could she be any cuter? Could I be any happier?