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Grass Valley, CA
A good friend and former Grass Valley native used to attend this event each year, which she jokingly dubbed “Corny Crapness” as a result of the disappearance of her favorite vendor, a bacon biscuit stand.
That does sound
disappointing, when you think about it.
Never fear, there remain a
number of delights to satisfy the palate such a Cornish pasties and miniature
pies; if you’ve left your snowsuit at home and find yourself shivering half to
death like one particular ponytailed writer, you’ll find no shortage of hot
chocolate and apple cider. Steaming
pulled pork sandwiches can be equally effective.
Strolling along Mills and
Main Streets may seem like a journey into the past. Carolers sing in unison dressed in Victorian
garb. Magicians perform tricks with
cards and ropes. A charming character in
a top hat roasts chestnuts on an open fire and sings a particular song lyric ad
nauseum. Numerous other vendors peddle
scarves, jams and jellies and homemade soaps.
Were it not for the occasional teenager haphazardly running over the
elderly, you’d think you’d been transported to a simpler, gentler time.
