I would have liked to have submitted some canned or bottled goods, notably my bread and butter pickles made at the height of the roof cucumber glut, not to mention the essence of June berries from Brooklyn Bridge Park preserved in Calvados. But it's a new fair, so no category for these.
Frank, let's work on that King's County thing, OK?
The pozole, cooking today, after the preparation of the hominy and slow-roasting of the pig, will be eaten in Red Hook (or is it Carroll Gardens - shifting border) - near or in the Summit Street Community Garden, by Christina, the corn's grower, her partner Stephanie, their son Huck, and Vince and me. With sloshes of Shiraz to help it go down.