The Annual Blueberry Festival…without Blueberries.

The second week back in town saw the start of classes, the return to routines, and the consequent need for distraction during the upcoming weekend. The distraction came in the form of a German named Jasper – a close friend from UCLA – and recent international student arrival to Chicago. With a weekend to plan – we decided we would need to find some serious Midwestern fun…thus…on Saturday morning…with a hangover in tow…we found ourselves standing in another world…the Annual Blueberry Festival in Plymouth, Indiana.

The locals made us feel most welcome as we arrived in town…with one fine gentleman declaring as we drove past…’…if you hit me, I will hit you back’. Fair enough I say! Then we began our tour of our first Midwestern Festival – and the most striking array of gastronomical adventures I have seen in awhile. From deep fried Twinkies to chocolate-dipped cheese cake on a stick…turkey legs the size of small children…elephant ears and anything else you could possibly imagine to deep fry. As we walked around…taking a day off our lives with every bite of food…the most amazing aspect of the festival was the distinct lack of blueberries. Granted – you could have get them mixed with sugar...in a smoothie or ice cream – but if you just wanted plain blueberries – then the blueberry festival was not the place to be. A cool experience none-the-less – and then it was back to South Bend to partake in the insanity that is Notre Dame Football.