When I lived in Milwaukee, I was overwhelmed by all the summer festivals: Summer Fest, Irish Fest, Polish Fest, Asian Moon, and on and on and on.
Now that I live in Litchfield, there is only one: Watercade.
Watercade is a big deal around here. There are all kinds of athletic events (races and . . . well, I’ll be honest, that’s not the part of Watercade I really get into). There’s music, a craft fair, a beach party, fireworks, the coronation of Miss Litchfield, and a parade.
And I love the parade. And the music and the craft fair. But I have to say: my favorite part is the food.
Specifically, my favorite part is pancakes in the park. What a brilliant idea, right? Every year, I drag my family to Central Park and stand in line for the most delicious pancakes this side of my dad’s kitchen. The fine gentlemen of the Kiwanis club are serving them up along with sausages, milk, and coffee. It is a glorious way to spend a Friday morning.
We did it today, and even though Mike and Zoe have bad colds and I have a hurty foot (Pro Tip: that’s a technical term), it was still lovely. Piping hot pancakes at a picnic table, followed by running around pretending to be a tiger and playing hide and seek with some wonderfully obliging eleven-year-olds.
Life in Litchfield is good.
What’s your favorite outdoor food?