I’ve been very lax about catching up here since we returned from vacation. The Wednesday after I started back to work, I had to fly to North Carolina, where I spent three days making sales calls with one of our distributors. Normally this would be an opportunity to catch up on my indulgence in southern barbecue, but not this time! The day before I left, I broke a back molar, which had to be extracted, leaving me on a liquid and jello diet for the entirety of the trip! So, the hospitality was great, but the food was nonexistent..
I suggest you look at Sally’s blog for the account of our day in Ashtabula for the Beach Glass Festival. It was great fun, and the remainder of the day was equally nice. We rode about ten miles on the bike trail in Austinburg, then had a picnic in the township park nearby. All in all, just about a perfect day.
This weekend we took in the Mesopotamia Ox Roast, and annual benefit for the volunteer fire department. It’s an annual affair, and the food and the flea market make the trip worthwhile. Mesopotamia is in Amish country, so the horses and buggies are everywhere.
It takes a lot of beef to serve up 15,000 sandwiches in three days!
The line for the food is very long, but it moves fast, and the conversation can be very amusing.
I particularly enjoyed listening to an obvious city-dweller asking an Amish lady how they keep their horses from breaking loose when they’re tied to the hitching post. She patiently explained that the reins are attached to a neck rope, and they can’t pull back without choking!
The flea market had some cool items, including a few vintage bikes (my particular weakness), but nothing really that interesting.
Once again, check out Sally’s blog for more info and photos.
We headed out to Middlefield in search of dessert, and unfortunately found ourselves at a very tempting and well-known locale, Mary Yoder’s Amish Kitchen. We ordered “Homemade pie” and were asked if we wanted ice cream on it. We both said yes, and neither of us asked either the kind of ice cream or the price. What we eventually got was a shot of soft-serve vanilla on top of the most obviously commercially-prepared pie I’ve ever eaten. Then to make matters worse, the price of that ice cream was almost equal to the price of the pie! I won’t rant any further about this place except to say this: Don’t waste your time or your money coming here. Most people coming to an Amish restaurant are expecting a little place where everything is made from scratch, or at least using minimal prepared ingredients. This place is one step above the school cafeteria!
On the 4th of July, I finally got back on the bike for another 10-mile jaunt. This ride was at Headlands Beach, close to home. The ride was a little more strenuous than the Austinburg trip, and I’m hoping to get back in shape before the summer is over. More on that subject to come…..