Beautiful Fall day for Red Hook Harvest Festival, by Kimberly Gail Price

An annual tradition that took a Sandy break returned this past weekend with the Red Hook Community Farm Harvest Fest. A steady stream of people came out to the farm to hear local musicians, watch a pie eating contest, and snap pictures with John Quadrozzi’s goat. Vendors included Kevins, who sold out of their jambalaya very early and local apiaries selling honey. Profits were returned to Added Value, who maintains the farm year-round and hires local youth.

 

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