This woman made lasagna for my last birthday because she knows I like it. It was the best lasagna I've ever had. It brought a tear to my eye. I was tempted to call her kids up and call them ungrateful too. This is a woman that bakes bread every week, makes pasta from scratch, and cans gallons of tomato sauce every year. She makes the most delicious rice balls, and the very idea of rice balls was perplexing to me before I had one of hers. I also later found out that everybody else's rice ball are pale, globby imitations of spectacular.
I examined the taxidermied dead animals and the murderous looking crossbow points while the nice boy at the store fiddled something onto Bro's bow. To be honest, I hadn't really thought about the archery business being about killing animals. I thought it was target practice and a little exercise. That's all I ever did when I was a kid, though some of the older boys would shoot dry reeds at me, and that kind of smarted when they got me. Older boys are nasty you know -- but the boy at the store was really nice, and Bro and I agreed that everybody is nice in the country.
When I was little, my family used to travel down different country roads to visit my great grandpa. We always went to an Amish restaurant on these trips, and I suppose Amish food has become enmeshed in my mind with warm, loving memories. I've been on a life-long search to find apple dumplings the way they used to be, but you never know, maybe the memory is better than what's possible to create in reality?
Bro and I wandered our way back through all the country roads and ended up eating at Aladdin's, which is Lebanese, and totally delicious in its own way. The blueberry "Concrete Mixer" was a delicious ice cream dessert from a different road trip.