July 31, 2011

• Depression, Prime Rib, and Culver's

  An unholy trio.  My mom asked me if I wanted to go out for supper and since it is warm again I don't want to use my oven and heat up the house and also because I'm lazy I said I'd go.  She had heard from people she worked with about this pizza place that is out in the country.  I went with my parents and we drove and drove and drove and drove.  She was right, it was out in the country.  I don't know how many Amish farms we went by but at one point we turned on to a road and there were two little Amish children; they couldn't have been more than 6 years old.  The girl was in her long dress and bonnet and was pushing a little red wheelbarrow and the boy was wearing the traditional Amish male garb and had on a straw hat.  I was going to take their photo but they don't believe in that and I didn't feel like being chased with pitchforks.  We get to the pizza place and my mom says, "I wonder where everyone is."  I read the front, "Sorry we are closed for the weekend so we can attend the county fair."  So my dad is starving and wants to eat but he can't figure out where he wants to eat so all of a sudden a lightbulb goes on inside his head while we are driving through the canoe capital of the world and we drive up to the cranberry capital of the world and on the way we went through the bicycle trail tunnel capital of the world and a town that was founded because a charlatan claimed he discovered oil and he sold up all his land to people thinking they'd strike it rich in the oil business.  We get to the cranberry capital of the world and we eat at a restaurant that is owned by a third party gubernatorial candidate in Wisconsin who also happens to the brother of a former Wisconsin governor and secretary of health and human services.  The special was prime rib.  God I love a rare prime rib.  They also had cheese soup.  Leave it to people from Wisconsin to eat cheese soup. I'm a foodie so I enjoy making the occasional beer cheese soup.  Anyway after we finished up our meal the owner came out and talked to my dad because he recognized him because my family owned a business in a neighboring town and my grandfather was one of those guys that everyone admired.  The owner said I was a big fella.  He should have just said fat and I would have ordered another prime rib.  It was awesome to shake hands with a former gubernatorial candidate.  He was a third party guy because the Republicans didn't like his ideas about marijuana.  My parents said they wanted to see what the local Culver's had for a flavor of the day and thankfully this restaurant had two flavors.  My parents got this strawberry crap and I got something called Bonfire S'Mores.  It was chocolate custard with a marshmallow swirl and had bits of chocolate, hard marshmallows like you'd find in cereal and Golden Grahams.  I got home, the Czech capital of the state, and watched Little House on the Prairie and remembered my days living in that part of the world with all the forests and mountains.  Nothing beats the mountains of south central Minnesota.  Now I'm here and I'm trying to figure out why there is blood all over my hand.

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  Have a great Sunday.

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