Annual Castroville Artichoke Festival

Castroville, California

Everything is bigger in CastrovilleEverything is bigger in Castroville

The artichoke is a confusing vegetable; Curly Howard once threatened, “I’d like to meet the guy who invented this barbed-wire pineapple”. The Globe artichoke we’re familiar with in the U.S. is a native of northern Africa and southern Europe, and is actually the unopened bud of the Cynara cardunculus (a member of the thistle family). It is a heavily armored flower with thick, broad, scale-like petals ending in thorns; these guard the purple, fuzzy part of the flower that in its immature stage is referred aptly as the “choke” (describing what will result if you try to eat it). One can only imagine the brave soul who first assumed that they were edible, and then figured out how to eat it – it’s highly likely that he collaborated with the first person to eat a lobster. Artichokes have been known in popular culture for millennia; as the story goes, the Greek god Zeus seduced a young mortal maiden named Cynara and brought her back to his swinging pad in Mount Olympus. Living the life of a goddess didn’t appeal to her, so she left Mount Olympus, much to the displeasure of Zeus (who quickly and neatly turned her into the first artichoke, thus the vegetable’s scientific name). Cute story, to be sure, but with all this European folklore surrounding the armadillo of the vegetable world, how does a California town on the Central Coast come to be known as “The Artichoke Center of The World”?

An artichoke in the fieldAn artichoke in the field

Around the beginning of the last century, Italian immigrants in the San Francisco area were missing their beloved artichoke when they discovered that the climate caused by the meeting of the warm inland air and the cold waters created the perfect growing climate. Root stalks were imported from Italy and farmers on the peninsula began growing artichokes like crazy; however, when land development became a lucrative business in the Bay area, farmers began moving their crops to the south, settling in the undeveloped Castroville area in the early 1920s. The crop was wildly successful and to this day over 98 percent of the artichokes consumed in the U.S. come from the Castroville area. Mediterranean countries grow more artichokes, but Castroville gets to wear the crown because more artichokes are grown in this area than in any other single place in the world. By the 1940s, Castroville became so synonymous with artichokes that the idea of an annual festival became reality. In 1947, a young Norma Jean Baker (yes, THAT Norma Jean Baker) was crowned as the first Miss California Artichoke Queen and the tradition has been upheld ever since. Lately the contest bestows multiple crowns (political correctness has led to the monarchy being shared by a queen and a king); the contestants are local area students who are voted in based on achievement in local academic and community service. It does makes one wonder when a monarchy became an elected position, though.

Everything tastes better outdoorsEverything tastes better outdoors

The festival has everything you would expect from a vegetable shindig (much like neighbor Gilroy’s famous garlic festival) and more: live music, carnie rides, cooking demonstrations and a wide variety of artichoke-based county fair-style food. Along side your typical fare of hot dogs, funnel cakes, cotton candy, et al., artichokes are available in a dizzying variety of preparations that Buford “Bubba” Blue would be proud of: artichoke burritos, grilled artichoke, deep-fried artichoke, carne asada tacos with artichoke, artichoke pasta, artichoke crab cakes, bacon-wrapped artichokes, artichoke-stuffed portabella mushrooms, artichoke enchiladas, sautéed artichoke and artichoke cupcakes… I guess that’s about it. The petals of the grilled variety had a smoky flavor, but wasn’t a drastic departure from the traditional steaming preparation; the sautéed artichoke was mushy and looked like it should be served as a side dish. I opted for the Our Lady of Refuge Carne Asada Tacos with Artichoke; the meat was a little chewy, but the intense flavor of the chopped artichoke hearts brought the dish to life. Crisp, finely shredded lettuce and a nice, biting salsa made the taco forget it even had meat in it, which was fine by me. I returned to the artichoke cupcake tent later in the day for dessert, only to discover in horror that they had sold out. There wasn’t even a consolation of artichoke ice cream to fall back on. We’ll return to the black market procurement of said cupcake in a bit.

2 dollars? What a bargain!2 dollars? What a bargain!

The festival featured an AGROart contest in which the artists worked with artichokes and other vegetables akin to Spamarama’s SPAM sculpture contest. Most sculptors went with an animal theme (fish, pelicans, and a cleverly designed rattlesnake with an onion head and ear of corn for a rattle), although one adventurous participant opted to try to recreate Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland in vegetables. A nearby information booth sold posters, souvenirs and tickets for a tour of the artichoke fields (an opportunity I immediately seized). The tour boarded a white field labor bus (which I’m sure would have been pulled over in Arizona as “suspicious”) and headed out to two fields where annual and perennial varieties are grown. On the way, I received a call from friend David Lee (who I met at President Obama’s inauguration and now resides in the area) and agreed to meet up with him after the tour (the significance of this meeting to the artichoke cupcake espionage will become clear shortly). Pat Hopper of the California Artichoke Advisory Board conducted the tour, which started in a huge tract of land where the annual variety is grown. It was explained that what is marketed as “baby” artichokes are simply the smaller ones, which grow towards the bottom of the plant; the larger ones are at the top and the artichokes are sorted, packed and numbered by the amount that will fit in a single crate. At the second stop (where the perennials are grown), Pat explained how the aquifers are becoming brackish as the seawater replaces the fresh water being removed for the farms; using “reclaimed water” is reducing this. Although the recycled water is safe to drink, Pat stated that you probably wouldn’t want to. She showed the tour group how the artichokes are harvested (which must be done by hand since it is a visual process); the worker skillfully and one-handedly cuts the artichoke about 2 inches from the stem and deftly tosses it in their backpack (called a canasta) in a single move. A “baby” was harvested, and then thinly sliced from the bottom for anyone interested to taste the raw vegetable (which was slightly but not offensively bitter).

The mush called "sauteed artichoke"The mush called "sauteed artichoke"

In the words of Dennis Moore, “This is a blog article, not a bloody botany lesson”, so let’s take the bus back to the festival and pick up where we left off with the tale of the cupcake. We met up with David and spent some time enjoying the rest of the festivities; the contestants vying for the title of California Artichoke Queen and King touted their resumes at the microphone, groups presented ethnic dances and song, and one street was lined with a corridor of classic cars, tricked-out rides and low riders. When I mentioned to David that I missed the opportunity to try the cupcakes prior to them selling out, he told me that he had eaten one and found it to be similar in taste to carrot cake. After a few hours we parted company, and my wife Claudia and I moved towards the exit. Before we got to the gate, we ran into David again, who had found some of his coworkers and friends and told us to go with him as he had something special for us. We went to the parking area to where his friend Shannon had parked and a door was surreptitiously opened to reveal a gleaming plastic container neatly holding a half dozen of the cupcakes. She told us that she had purchased the last six, and felt all eyes upon her as she made her way to the parking lot. We were presented with a cupcake, which we thought might require the services of an armed escort to get to our car in another lot. In fact, the people at the ticket booth saw us and yelled, “Look! They have a cupcake!”. David’s assessment of the taste was pretty accurate; it also bore some similarity to zucchini bread. It was neither overly sweet nor bitter, and was a welcome finish to a day partaking in all things artichoke.

There are other artichoke-themed things to do and eat in Castroville that can be enjoyed all year round, but that’s a story for another article. Artichokes are delicious, nutritious, fat and sodium-free, and low calorie (although slightly expensive), but if you have an opportunity to try Curly’s “feathered apple”, be sure to treat yourself to one. Just tell yourself (as the 2010 slogan goes), “Thistle be fun”!

The Annual Castroville Artichoke Festival
Downtown Castroville, CA (around Preston and McDougall Streets)
GPS Coordinates: 36°45’59.87″N 121°45’26.81″W

Ocean Mist Farms (artichoke growers and sponsors of the festival)

GALLERY: See images of Val’s visit to the 2010 Castroville Artichoke Festival

 

El Paso del Robles, California
Paso Robles Olive Festival

It is difficult to miss the Olive Festival entranceIt is difficult to miss the Olive Festival entrance

It’s hard to imagine a festival centered on the humble olive, but since 2004, the city of El Paso del Robles, California has taken celebrating the Middle Eastern fruit tree to extravaganza status. The inhabitants of the town (generally referred to simply as Paso Robles) needed something to help them recover from a devastating magnitude 6.6 earthquake that struck on December 22, 2003. The quake destroyed a historic clock tower and the Mastagni Building, as well as creating serious damage to other structures including the 1908 Carnegie Library building in City Park. The clock tower was rebuilt, the library restored and the park was selected as the site of the Olive Festival. The festival increases in popularity each year – the region has the perfect climate for growing olives and grapes, resulting in the participation of a slew of olive orchards and vineyards. You would think the festival would focus on selling jars of little green olives with their tiny pimento turtle heads sticking out, and you would be partially right, but it is dedicated to all things olive.

A photo opportunity gone horribly wrongA photo opportunity gone horribly wrong

As with other festivals, live music is provided – in 2009, the Big Rock Balalaikas Band provided traditional Baltic music on instruments that looked like they were built by a professor of geometry with impossibly triangular bodies. The park’s paved walkways extend out in an “X” from the center where the Carnegie Library building (now housing the Paso de Robles Area Historical Society) is located; each is lined with tents selling everything from custom-blended olive oil to olive tree saplings. Experiencing the art of sampling olive oil is akin to attending a wine tasting – at some booths dishes holding a shallow pool of oil are soaked up with little chunks of fresh bread, while others provided tiny sample cups for “olive oil shots”. Tasting a tiny cup of olive oil takes some getting used to, and there was only so much I could drink before getting greased. At the Lucero tent, little metal kegs sat on a table that allowed sampling from the spigot, and for users to fill up bottles on their own. In addition to oil made from different varieties on olives, there were also blends of olive oil with other flavorings including orange, rosemary, red apple and lemon, and flavored balsamic vinegar. Naturally olives were available, canned with spices, stuffed with garlic, almonds, jalapenos, feta cheese – the sky’s the limit. One vendor was selling something given the curious title of “Frog Balls”, which was neither – they were dill pickled Brussels sprouts.

Braving the olive-oil ice creamBraving the olive-oil ice cream

The gazebo featured an Open Olive Dish Cooking Contest, which sadly (like many of the other food-oriented festivals) has a panel of official judges, meaning that the general public doesn’t get to enjoy the olive-based creations. For those willing to purchase culinary delights prepared with olives, one of the paths was dubbed “Culinary Row”. Many of the vendors are local restaurateurs, and they are allowed to sell food provided they adapt their recipes to include olives. I opted for homemade tamales from Garcia’s Tamales, locally made and sold out of a trailer. They were steamed to perfection with the perfect amount of black olives (added specifically for the festival) and just the right amount of spiciness. Maybe the psychological effect of buying food out of a van and eating it outdoors was at work, but either way it was my win. At five dollars for two tamales, it was the best food deal at the festival. For dessert the only logical choice was at the WeOlive.com booth – they were serving olive oil ice cream created by Doc Burnstein’s Ice Cream Lab in Arroyo Grande. The ice cream was free, eliminating the economic risk factor of trying it and not liking it. As far as the taste was concerned, it didn’t have the overpowering essence of olives – in fact, all the olive oil appeared to offer was an oily sensation to the rather plain tasting ice cream. It was sweet, creamy and oily – a strange consistency but not an unusual flavor.

Though the Olive Festival is small in comparison to the Gilroy Garlic Festival, there’s still enough to hold the interest and taste buds of olive lovers, and there’s no beating the free admission. It’s a celebration, a party – an army of olives looking for the right martini.

Paso Robles Olive Festival
Downtown Paso Robles City Park
835 12th Street
Paso Robles, CA 93446-2253
GPS coordinates: 35°37’34.46″N 120°41’24.83″W

Doc Burnstein’s Ice Cream Lab
114 W. Branch Street
Arroyo Grande, CA 93420
GPS coordinates: 35°7’23.03″N 120°34’46.65″W

GALLERY: See more images of the Paso Robles Olive Festival

 

San Juan Capistrano, California

Fiesta de Las Golondrinas

Close up view of the swallows nestsClose up view of the swallows nests

In 1776, while the English colonists were throwing down with the British in the east, Spain was having its way with the Acjachemen band of native Americans in the west, founding a mission in the place now known as San Juan Capistrano, California. San Juan Capistrano was the 7th mission founded in Alta California, and boasts the oldest structure still in use in California (the Serra Chapel). When the stone church was built (a departure from the adobe used in the other mission churches) it was one of the tallest structures in California, making its high walls an attractive substitute for the cliffs where the Cliff Swallows (Petrochelidon pyrrhonota) had built their homes for milennia. The swallows built their mud nests at the mission, flying off to the western coast of South America in the winter, returning again in the spring to procreate.

Ruins of the old stone churchRuins of the old stone church

The mission inhabitants noted that the swallows “miraculously” returned to the mission on the Catholic feast day of Saint Joseph (March 19) each year, giving the event divine significance. Not being naturalists, they failed to realize that the reason the pagan feather dusters returned on March 19 was not because of Saint Joesph, but because of the vernal equinox – spring. Yes, spring, when thoughts of procreation fill their pointy little heads. Swallows reuse their nests year after year (not surprising knowing the amount of time it takes to make them, one beakful of mud at a time), so returning to the mission or any tall cliff-like structure where they had previously built their dream home is a foregone conclusion. The odd fact is that the individual bird does not reuse the same nest; the colony shares the nests, and it’s first-come, first-served. Their aerial dance when choosing their nests is a sight to behold; solo pilots drop out of the swirling cloud to claim the choice real estate.

In the 1930s, the Swallows Day Parade evolved from a school festival (Fiesta de Las Golondrinas, or Festival of the Swallows) to the celebration it is today. The parade winds past the front of the mission, and normally features floats, equestrian riders and marchers that celebrate the mission’s Spanish and Native American heritage, and the return of the swallows. There are tents and booths set up inside the mission, with music, food and celebration – about the only thing missing is the swallows. Right about now, you’re asking, “What’s the deal with a parade and festival celebrating the return of the swallows without, um… swallows?” Good question. Well for starters, why ruin a damned fine party just because the guest of honor doesn’t show up? Where else are you going to see someone standing on the shoulders of a marching bull while doing rope tricks? You know you want that fresh native food they’re cooking inside! So go to the parade and fiesta and I’ll share a little secret with you.

Just plain nuts (so is the vaquero)Just plain nuts (so is the vaquero)

Around the turn of this century, work needed to be done on the mission to ensure it met earthquake resistant standards. During this process, the mud nests had to be removed from the tops of the mission buildings, and I think you and I both know “removed” means “destroyed”. So what’s the problem? The birds will come back, build new nests, and everyone goes home happy, right? When you get off the plane after a 6-month trip south to find your neighborhood gone, you think twice about rebuilding, so they simply went elsewhere. The mission tried all kinds of ideas to get them to come back, such as mounting ceramic nests, but to the swallows these were the equivalent of FEMA trailers. So here’s where I share my secret: go to the festival, have fun, and before sunset get in the car and take a short drive over to Saddleback College. Head over to the Technology and Applied Science building and park your lawn chair by the arched tower at the entrance, for this is one of the locations where the colony now calls home. You can see the swallows here all spring, but the show they put on as they descend in a mass of moving feathers to claim their nests on their return is breathtaking. You can still see the world famous return of the swallows, and just for fun, bring something from El Pollo Loco to munch on…

Mission San Juan Capistrano
26801 Ortega Highway
San Juan Capistrano, CA 92675
GPS coordinates: 33°30’7.20″N 117°39’45.85″W

Saddleback College
Technology and Applied Science Building
28000 Marguerite Parkway
(College Drive East)
Mission Viejo, CA 92692-3699
GPS coordinates: 33°33’18.65″N 117°39’45.12″W

GALLERY: See more images from Fiesta de Las Golondrinas and the swallows at Saddleback College

 

Gilroy, California
Gilroy Garlic Festival

Herbie, mascot of The Gilroy Garlic FestivalHerbie, mascot of The Gilroy Garlic Festival

There are several urban legends about Gilroy, California: that you can smell the town before you get to it, and that you can marinate a steak simply by hanging it from a clothesline. Although neither of these is true, Gilroy is renowned for its claim of Garlic Capital of the World, and its annual Garlic Festival. Held the last weekend in July since 1978, the Gilroy Garlic Festival is the brainchild of Dr. Rudy Malone, president of Gavilan College. After hearing about a French festival that drew 80,000 people, Dr. Malone was determined to wrest the title away from the French and bring it to Gilroy, nestled in the green hills of southern Santa Clara County in California. Although they are not the world’s leading producer of garlic, they are probably the most famous, presumably because of the Garlic Festival.

Gilroy Garlic Queen (center) and her courtGilroy Garlic Queen (center) and her court

Should your love of all things garlic convince you to attend the festival, keep in mind that it draws in people from all over the world – it is best to get there early, and when I say early, I mean when the gates open. Local hotels sell out fast, but the drive into Gilroy is picturesque farmland and wild scrub, and not far from the rugged California coast making the journey worth the destination. Admission to the festival is currently around $12, worthwhile just for the sights, sounds and smells. Don’t worry too much about following directions to Christmas Hill Park, for as soon as you get into Gilroy you will hit traffic being diverted to festival parking. The entrance is a short walk from the parking area, but as soon as you arrive you are hit with the smell of food being broiled, fried and otherwise cooked with varying degrees of garlicness. Continue reading »

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