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It’s The Big One, Elizabeth!

Renaissance Pleasure Faire
Irwindale, California

A village monger demonstrates how it does not come fresherA village monger demonstrates how it does not come fresher

The mere mention of the phrase “Renaissance festival” conjures up off-season Trekkies mustering up their best Shakespearean bravado and adorned in chainmail while brandishing a turkey leg; they have that too. Methinks, however, that thou doth do thineself a grave injustice by dismissing this cultural event off as a foray into geekdom. The Renaissance Pleasure Faire is a festival of Elizabethan proportions (the first one, not the current regent) and the event that begat all others across the country. Originally started nearly 50 years ago in a schoolteacher’s backyard, this annual extravaganza features costume and revelry, food for the most part with a traditional slant, games such as jousting and throwing tomatoes at the village fool and crafts relevant to the European Renaissance including period clothing. Don’t worry if your jerkin, doublet and codpiece are at the cleaners – if you’re not keen on shelling out your last doubloons on the elaborate Elizabethan couture available for sale you can visit the tailors’ tent and rent yourself some Renaissance street cred.

A young server up at bat at the turkey leg standA young server up at bat at the turkey leg stand

Friend and fellow bard Sir Edward Lin joined me on an invitational tour to sample the cuisine at the area that gives new meaning to the term “food court”, downing a pint or two of hard cider and mead along the way. Our main goal was to partake of the turkey legs that the Renaissance Pleasure Faire made a stable of, not only at Renaissance festivals but at state and county fairs as well, and to avoid the cinnamon-sugar lance we know as the churro. Along the way we met some wonderful characters, indulged in uncharacteristically delicious and unusual cuisine and got lost in the spirit of Elizabethan England.  I could entertain you with mere written word as our host Will Shakespeare would have back in the 1600s, but I’ll let the audio and video take you back to those bawdy, boisterous times when the only thing you had to worry about was a ridiculously short lifespan. Please enjoy our joint Trippy Food / Deep End Dining podcast and make the effort to open your mind and indulge in the revelry of the Renaissance Pleasure Faire.

There’s still time to take in the weekend festival in May, but remember, if you wait too long the Renaissance Pleasure Faire will be history.

Renaissance Pleasure Faire
Santa Fe Dam Recreational Area
15501 East Arrow Highway
Irwindale, CA 91706
GPS coordinates: 34° 6’34.30″N 117°56’49.32″W

GALLERY: See images from Val and Eddie Lin’s visit to the 2011 Renaissance Pleasure Faire in Irwindale, California

PODCAST: See Eddie Lin’s (Deep End Dining) and Val’s multimedia podcast highlighting their adventure the 2011 Renaissance Pleasure Faire in Irwindale, California:

NOTE: This cost for the event and the food was provided by organizers of the Renaissance Pleasure  Faire. The content provided in this article was not influenced whatsoever by the organizer of the event.

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It’s Only A Model

Camelot truck
Formerly somewhere on the road in the U.S.

Methinks milady is the turkey leg princessMethinks milady is the turkey leg princess

The Knights of the Round Table may eat ham and jam and SPAM a lot, but a pared-down food truck hauling a bevy of lords and ladies in medieval garb has supplying the common folk with free roasted turkey legs to promote the new television series, “Camelot” on Starz. I’m sure by now that you have visions of medieval food orgies dancing around in your head, an age gone by when corpulent lords of Holly Wood lounged on resplendent concrete and gnawed on the succulent, savory walking appendage of the Meleagris gallopavo. Although the roasted (or smoked) turkey leg is an obligatory staple of Renaissance festivals and Henry VII biopics, folks in the entertainment industry may have their facts slightly askew – the turkey is native to North America and wasn’t encountered until Europeans came ashore in the late 16th and early 17th centuries – but didn’t let that stop the lines of people fighting their way past Darth Vader and Michael Jackson in front of Hollywood and Highland from enjoying the legs at a freshly (and temporarily) decorated food truck.

Someone thinks it is time to stock upSomeone thinks it is time to stock up

During the last week in March (as a promotion for the new series about a young yet-to-be-king Arthur) Starz took a food truck laden with a warming oven and stretched a glossy photographic skin over it to convert it into Camelot on wheels. The truck serviced the Hollywood, Westwood and Wilshire districts of Los Angeles over a 2-day period leading up to the April 1 premier of the show. City Kitchen / Urban Palate was hired to prepare the drumsticks which were dispensed wrapped in foil at each of the stops. The legs marinated overnight in an extra virgin olive oil rub containing sage and other herbs and then slow-roasted and repeatedly basted to keep them moist.

The result was a savory meat club where the flesh melted off the bone. I was somewhat surprised that I was able to eat my way effortlessly through it; most turkey legs I’ve had seem to be laced with a myriad of cartilaginous tendons that require constant removal from each bite, while these had none to be found. I asked if the tendons had been removed and was told that the drumsticks were sourced from a very good poultry vendor that provided a higher quality product, but I was unsure if they meant that the tendons were removed by the vendor or they used tendonless turkeys that dragged themselves across the ground by their wings.

Sir Lancelot offers you his drumstickSir Lancelot offers you his drumstick

While it’s probably true that Sir Gawain never stood guard over his backyard smoker with a tankard of ale while watching jousting on ESPN, I’m sure he would have loved the mouth-watering, tender turkey drumsticks being handed out in his Uncle Arthur’s name. The brief run of the Camelot truck gave me an opportunity to chow down on one of the best tasting poultry truncheons I’ve had in a long time, and I’m not pulling your leg here.

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Don’t Pooh-Pooh the Pupusa

Pupusas

El Salvador

Pupusa ruvuelta topped with curtidoPupusa ruvuelta topped with curtido

Pupusas have been part of the Los Angeles food culture since the 1980s influx of Salvadorans during civil war in their homeland. Salvadoran and Central American restaurants grill up pupusas by the thousands on a daily basis from windowless shacks to tablecothed bistros, with each carrying the basic three or four varieties and then throwing in one or two unique variations on the theme. To enjoy this simple yet filling food of the people of El Salvador for thousands of years, you need not look farther than your friendly neighborhood pupuseria (which admittedly sounds like something requiring Kaopectate). Pupusas are made from masa de maiz, slightly different than the corn masa used to make tamales; in some cases nixtamal is used, which starts with masa made from hominy (corn soaked in an alkaline solution), while other pupusas use masa harina (flour) or rice flour (in the case of pupusa de arroz). Most are filled with Salvadoran cheese (quesillo) and some other substance such as beans, meat or vegetables. Fillings can be deceptive – a pupusa de chicharrón does not contain the crispy fried pork skin we’re accustomed to, but ground pork filling instead. The pupusa revuelta contains chicharrón, beans and cheese and pupusa de loroco is stuffed with cheese and the flower buds from the Central American loroco vine, a vegetarian delight that tastes like a cross between baby asparagus and tender broccoli stems.

The ensalada at El Chipilin (L) and La Nueva Flor Blanca (R)The ensalada at El Chipilin (L) and La Nueva Flor Blanca (R)

The Minty (as she is known in blogging circles) recently organized a pupusa crawl along a one mile stretch of L.A.’s Beverly Boulevard. The idea was to hop from one pupuseria to the next, an easy and inexpensive adventure considering that pupusas range from one to three dollars apiece. The first stop was Atlacatl, a popular restaurant that looked like a movie Mexican restaurant, complete with what looked like velvet paintings of iguanas and armadillos (which I secretly prayed were menu items). Some of the crawlers ordered ensalada (which I pictured to be something like a basic garden salad but turned out to be a Salvadoran drink). This sweet and fruity concoction featured finely chopped fruit, including apples, mamey, and what looked (but didn’t taste) like cilantro. The juice figured to be an apple/pineapple mix, and the cool, sweet beverage would have been perfect with a shot of rum in it. Even though our host said that the pupusas were small, I knew I’d have to pace myself to hit the five designated pupuserias. I sensed danger when the pups began arriving, with each being about 8 inches across. I ordered the loroco, which tasted more like it had a filling of broccoli cheese soup rather than the taste of asparagus as advertised, and after enjoying the pupusa it was off to our next stop.

El Chipilin, home of beer with breakfastEl Chipilin, home of beer with breakfast

El Chipilin is a simpler place with mismatched silverware and dishes, but in my opinion featured the most flavorful pupusas we sampled. I ordered the mild pupusa ruvuelta which wasn’t the all-out assault I thought it would be, and I liked the texture of the dish. One of the other guests allowed me to sample of pupusa de chicharrón which had a smoky aroma and firmer texture that was superb. Those who ordered ensalada to go with their pupusa got an unusual surprise – the inclusion of nance, a small yellow fleshy fruit with a pit almost as big as the fruit. Apparently there was a sale on nance since each glass held what seemed to be hundreds, looking like a myriad of little eyeballs peering through the glass. The benefit of our next stop (La Nueva Flor Blanca) was sitting next to the glass half-walled kitchen which gave us an opportunity to watch them make the pupusas from scratch. I ordered the pupusa de chicharrón (which I wisely negotiated going halfsies with one of the other diners), but was slightly disappointed after the meaty disk of joy at El Chipilin. We had planned a stop at El Carbanero (whose sign advertised 99 cent pupusas) but in my limited knowledge of Spanish I determined that you can only get the discount pupusas on Mondays and Thursdays.

Our chef prepares pupusas at La Nueva Flor BlancaOur chef prepares pupusas at La Nueva Flor Blanca

With our Salvadoran ballasts sloshing around, we skipped El Carbanero and headed for the last stop – the fancy Jaragua. The first thing that catches the eye at Jaragua is their pre-Colombian jungle-themed bar at the end of the room; in fact the drink menu was almost as big as the food menu. In addition to the old standards, I noticed a squash and cheese (ayote con queso) pupusa that I just had to have (and halve). As upscale as the surroundings were, the pupusas were still in the $2.50 range, and the delicata squash and cheese pupusa I ordered did not disappoint. From the first stop I noticed that the condiments were almost identical; a watery hot sauce and jars of curtido (a light mix of shredded cabbage, carrots and jalapenos in vinegar). I had had curtido before at the San Fernando Festival, using it to top a cheese and potato pupusa – to me it is the perfect substitute for otherwise bland cole slaw. I could eat a bowl of curtido all by itself, but it was remarkable that we had gone to four different pupuserias with not the slightest different in the taste of each restaurant’s slaw.

A woman at the San Fernando Festival makes pupusas by handA woman at the San Fernando Festival makes pupusas by hand

It’s amazing how quickly you can fill up on pupusas, but they’re rich and flavorful, the perfect easy-to-eat street food. With a variety of fillings it’s easy to buy one of each and share with your friends, but moderation is in order – you don’t want to end up going home in a pupusa crawl.

Atlacatl
301 N. Berendo Street
Los Angeles, CA 90004
GPS Coordinates: 34°4’35.34″N 118°17’40.61″W

El Chipilin
4170 Beverly Boulevard
Los Angeles, CA 90004
GPS Coordinates: 34° 4’34.17″N 118°18’1.08″W

La Nueva Flor Blanca
4271 Beverly Boulevard
Los Angeles, CA 90004
GPS Coordinates: 34° 4’34.93″N 118°18’6.48″W

Jaragua
4493 Beverly Boulevard
Los Angeles, CA 90004
GPS Coordinates:  34°4’34.90″N 118°18’24.35″W

GALLERY: See images from The Minty’s pupusa crawl and pupusas at the San Fernando Festival

Read The Minty’s recap of the Pretty Please, Pupusa Crawl Along Beverly Boulevard

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Holy Guacamole!

24th Annual California Avocado Festival

Carpinteria, California

A face only a urologist could love (his, not mine)A face only a urologist could love (his, not mine)

The ever-popular avocado originated in Puebla, Mexico, where the family patriarch can still be found locally in the form of the small, black, gourd-shaped fruit called “criollo”. The Spanish were the first to introduce the “alligator pear” to other temperate and tropical regions of the world, with its now familiar English name appearing sometime in the 1600s. The original name “ahuacatl” comes from the Nahuatl word for testicle (as a result of the fruit’s shape and hopefully not its size or taste); it was originally eaten as a fertility food. The Nahuatl word for “avocado sauce” was ahuacamolli, the word from which “guacamole” was derived. The Spanish still refer to the avocado as “aguacate”, which is also the sound my alarm clock makes whenever I visit Bogotá, Colombia (actually  the street vendor with the avocado cart shouting out his product at 7 AM). Avocado has been cultivated and bred into a wide variety of shapes, sizes, colors, textures and tastes, with the Hass being the most popular (because of its high yield and year-round productivity). The source of the Hass avocado was a tree patented in 1935 that was cultivated by Rudolph Hass of La Habra Heights, California, outliving its cultivator by 50 years only to be cut down in 2002.

More varieties of avocado than you can shake a stick atMore varieties of avocado than you can shake a stick at

Today, approximately ninety-five percent of the avocados grown in the U.S. come from Southern California, with Fallbrook (in San Diego County) being the undisputed “Avocado Capital of the World”. Santa Barbara County is the third largest producer, and so not to be outdone by Fallbrook they’ve hosted their own Avocado Festival in Carpinteria since 1986. The annual festival draws close to 100,000 people over three days at the end of September each year and takes up most of Carpinteria’s main downtown street (Linden Avenue). In addition to the shops featuring avocado themed items, there are three stages set up along the street where bands perform a variety of genres from Latin salsa to punk and tented booths in the street selling the typical items you’d expect to find at one of California’s larger food festivals (akin to the Gilroy Garlic Festival, Castroville Artichoke Festival and Paso Robles Olive Festival). The “must-see” of the event is what is billed as “The World’s Largest Bowl of Guacamole”; this plastic vat holds the rich, green glop made from over 2,000 avocados. The guacamole is sold as a fundraiser for the Carpinteria High School Warriors football team and although when pressed they will readily admit that they no longer hold the record, there is no denying that having that mother lode of dip at your party will require a dump truck full of chips. At the time they actually held the official title in Guinness Book of World’s Records, they qualified with a respectable tub weighing in at 4,011 pounds, 12 ounces. The most recent record holders are culinary students from four Miami-area high schools who broke the record in 2009 with a vat containing 4,114 pounds of guacamole. Since bobbing for avocados seemed out of the question, I started thinking about finding some unique culinary treat that would be a departure from mundane chips and guacamole. My prayers were answered when I saw a sandwich board outside Pacific Health Foods advertising avocado smoothies. The preparation area for Pacific Health Food’s beverages is located at the back of the store – out front the sign said “smoothie” but in the back it read “shake”. I was beginning to think I was falling victim to the old “bait-and-switch”, but discovered that like the avocado itself, the drink goes by many names. The pale green smoothie was thick enough to stand the straw up – it was neatly blended with avocado, buttermilk and vanilla ice cream. The buttermilk gave the drink a slightly sour taste, but it was still refreshing and filling.

No longer a record holder, but still one big vat of guacNo longer a record holder, but still one big vat of guac

The obvious avocado offering of choice by many of the food vendors present was “insert name of common food item here” topped with guacamole. We walked around awhile looking for something else substantial yet unusual, but settled on the tri-tip sandwich with guacamole being sold by the Lions Club after seeing diners walk by with the mouth-watering dish. The tri-tip was tender and smoky, and was complemented by the avocado, fresh salsa and the soft, ample roll. Although Yankee Doodle Bakery’s tent featured a large sign advertising their avocado teacake (a popular specialty made only for the avocado festival), each time we swung by they stated they’d have samples “within an hour”. Both Cold Stone Creamery’s booth and local ice cream shop Rainbow Ice Cream and Yogurt were offering avocado ice cream; the long line and price of Cold Stone’s ice cream was prohibitive so we got a small cup from Rainbow. In sharp contrast to the avocado smoothie, the ice cream had more of the taste of sugar and cream than avocado; it wasn’t offensive but I wish it had somehow better represented the flavor of the fruit. After hitting Rainbow we walked next door to CJ Produce, a tiny grocery that had fresh, locally grown avocado in addition to fresh nopales (cactus pads), guava, chayote and baby bananas.

The three largest avocados with the variety on the cardThe three largest avocados with the variety on the card

I was somewhat disappointed that avocado was not featured more prominently at the vendors’ booths although the 50-foot tall, fruit-bearing avocado trees that lined the city streets were a constant reminder of the festival’s theme. A huge tent labeled “Avo Exposition Center” blocked the northern end of Linden Avenue; it was guarded by what looked like an inflatable testicle with sunglasses and housed a mini-museum with experts on hand to talk about the cultivation and production of avocados. One table displayed the winner and runners-up of an avocado contest in which size mattered – the first prize went to a mammoth 3-1/2 pounder. The back wall was covered in “avo art” with decorated avocado skins and shoebox dioramas featuring what appeared to be fresh “Mr. Avocadoheads”. A group of avocado growers sat at a table covered with every imaginable variety of avocado, conveniently labeled in Wite-out for easy identification and they answered questions regarding all things avocado (for instance, does the Bacon variety taste like bacon?). Various stands along Linden Avenue sold fresh, locally grown fruit, and it was difficult trying to decide which variety to buy (although one basket labeled “Experimental – $.75 Each” just seemed to invite trouble).

I was skeptical about the attendance estimates of the festival, but as dusk approached the streets were packed with wall-to-wall festival attendees who had come to enjoy the food and music that has come to be a popular destination for the past 24 years. I highly recommend the free event at least once, where you can introduce yourself to the variety of texture and taste of the different avocado breeds and sample avocado-enhanced foods; just pace yourself so you don’t end up going home with Carpinteria.

California Avocado Festival
Linden Avenue
Carpinteria, CA 93013
GPS Coordinates: 34°23’53.52″N 119°31’9.10″W

Pacific Health Foods
944 Linden Ave,
Carpinteria, CA 93013
GPS Coordinates: 34°23’54.55″N 119°31’7.30″W

Rainbow Ice Cream & Yogurt
751 Linden Ave
Carpinteria, CA 93013-2041
GPS Coordinates: 34°23’50.34″N 119°31’13.74″W

GALLERY: See images from Val’s trip to the 24th Annual 2010 California Avocado Festival in Carpinteria CA

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Feeling Hot, Hot, Hot

17th Annual Oxnard Salsa Festival

Oxnard, California

The stage and hopping dance floor at the Oxnard Salsa FestivalThe stage and hopping dance floor at the Oxnard Salsa Festival

Herb likes spicy food, but isn’t much into dancing; his girlfriend Rosemary likes Latin music and goes out cutting the rug every chance she gets. Is there any chance for this relationship? You bet! Send them both to Oxnard, California’s annual Salsa Festival, now in its smash 17th year. It’s a fiery food festival and dance celebration centered on both meanings of the term “salsa”. The quiet coastal city of Oxnard heats up every July as downtown’s Plaza Park and the surrounding area is transformed in to a Latin block party of epic proportions. I was expecting a DJ to be playing Latin music, or one of the local stations blasting its music through a few stacks of speakers, but the event featured live Latin bands, and damned fine ones to boot. A wooden parquet floor was laid out in front of the concert stage, and it was difficult to carve out an area where you could get down without crushing someone’s toes. The dance floor was cordoned off, and just as many people were sitting outside the area enjoying the music. To the left of the stage was a beer garden and to the right a wine tasting tent; despite the free-flowing alcohol, people were well behaved, perhaps because it’s hard to start trouble when you’re having fun. There were several rows of tents selling the typical goods you expect to see at California festivals, but being that this is a salsa festival there was also a variety of vendors selling hot sauce, salsas and even pepper plants. One booth was devoted to the bhut jolokia pepper of India, commonly referred to by Westerners as the ghost chili. Guinness Book of World’s Records recognizes this bad boy as the world’s hottest pepper; for reference, the fiery habanero weighs in at around 300,000 scovile units (denoting the amount of capsaicin, the chemical compound that causes that wonderful burning sensation). The ghost chili boasts a scovile unit rating of over one million, making it a force to be reckoned with on both the input and output phases of consumption. The vendor, Red Hot Foods, offered four levels of hot sauce, with the “milder” versions toned down with that wimpy habanero. Level 4 with the black label is all bhut jolokia, baby, and ready to lay waste to all it comes in contact with. I decided to try some, and when asked which level I wanted, well, I always bet on black. The woman at the booth poured about a quarter of a teaspoon on a tortilla chip, which I subsequently popped into my mouth and let rest on my tongue until the chip started to dissolve. The ensuing chaos was reminiscent of the scene in the movie Alien when the crew of the Nostromo discovers the aliens’ blood to be highly acidic, burning through several decks of the ship. As the chip burned away I could taste the flavor of the pepper, until I swore I could smell the smoke of searing flesh. The sauce burned a hole through my tongue and then started corroding my lower jaw, opening a hole in my neck where the dripping mix of fiery bhut jolokia and liquefied flesh dripped onto the pavement, burning a hole into the asphalt. It felt like that, anyway. Read the rest of this entry »

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