First day of the annual St. Ann’s Festival in NJ. Not much has changed, the crowd is younger, oh wait, I am older. I have been going to it for years, even before I cared that the zepoles would shorten my life by at least ten years. The lines for them are just as long, but the old ladies who used to make them are gone and a younger group is now in charge. I don’t eat them anymore, since I am greedily hanging onto every year, so I can’t say if they are different….judging by the lines, you would think the Cake Boss had his hand in it.
