Monday, August 24, 2009

Pittston Tomato Festival

Every year in Pittston, PA (the town BJ works in) has a festival to celebrate tomatoes. The town has a high population of Italian-Americans and prides itself in that fact. BJ and I joke that it is a requirement that you be Italian to live in Pittston. Or at least faux-Italian! Pretty sure that they check your family tree to make sure!

So we have the Pittston Tomato Festival pretty much every year that I have lived year...with maybe the exception of one. It is usually a good time filled with lots of food and bumping into people we know...just like every other festival/bazaar in NEPA! But the one thing that this festival has that the others do not...the tomato fight!

We have never attended this part of the event. I guess we either had other stuff going on or did not really care to go. This year we went. I was encouraged by Katharyn that "we had to check this out" and since she and her husband and his boys were going...BJ and I tagged along. We started with the parade. We sat at the end of it so that we were close to Cooper's (the site of the fight) and only watched about a 1/3 of it. Then we made our way over to Cooper's and got a table in the cabana bar. We ordered some great food and waited for the fight to start. Once it started it was one of the craziest things I have seen! Mayhem and tomatoes flying everywhere. Neil's boys got to throw some tomatoes too and they were so thrilled to get to participate! Some pictures from the day!

us waiting for the fight to start

boxes of tomatoes waiting to thrown

participants in the designated area...waiting to start

notice the speedo guy!

the fight underway...CRAZY!!!!

the aftermath

the clean-up...front end loader and firehoses!

That, folks, was 5000 lbs of rotten tomatoes...don't anybody eat the marinara sauce today in Pittston!

Friday, August 7, 2009


My Aunt Michelle and Uncle Patrick stopped by our house last night on their way to Tennessee. They stayed with us for the night and we got to spend some time catching up with them. It has been 20 years since I have seen either of them! It is crazy to me that it had been that long...and they live in Connecticut! Literally 4 hours from us!

BJ made them his famous Chicken Francais and I made (yes I did!) a cake for dessert. In all the catching up we forgot to take pictures last night, so we took some this morning after breakfast. So I have only this one picture and you must excuse the fact that I am in my PJ's and not looking my most glamorous!

Aunt Michelle, Me, Uncle Patrick

They took a few more shots so hopefully when they get home from their vacation I will get those as well! She looks so much like my fact the first picture BJ ever saw of her he thought it was Grandma Esther! We are hoping to get to see them again before we move out of the area. And they are fairly close to Newport, Rhode Island, where BJ will be going for ODS.

Thanks for visiting guys and we loved having you stay with us! Maybe next time we will get a chance to show you around the area!