“The Amish are fundamentalists, but they don’t try and hijack a carriage at needlepoint. And, if you’re ever in Amish country and you see a man with his hand buried in a horse’s ass, that’s a mechanic. Remember that.” ~ Robin Williams
This photo was taken on the perfect day. I donned my favorite pink and blue soft puffy top, perfectly paired with a paler shade of bell bottoms — an outfit so comfy, and totally stylish for a sixth grader (thanks to Mom’s fabulous sense of fashion).
Pleased with my trendy ensemble, I set off with Mom, Dad and cousin Tracy to enjoy a day at Kitchen Kettle Village in Intercourse, PA. Intercourse is one of the places the Amish, or “plain people” as they refer to themselves, call home. Mount Joy, Paradise, Bird-in Hand and Fertility are a few of the other nearby towns in Lancaster County — no wonder the Amish have so many children, huh? Blue Ball must have been the last in line the day they were giving out names (OUCH!).
A day at Kitchen Kettle involved tasting chocolate fudge, browsing its quaint shops, and the day’s highlight was time spent at the Jam & Relish Kitchen for what I referred to as “cracker fest”! Dad and I especially loved heading to the oyster cracker tasting station, which was chock-full of a zillion types of jellies and jams for everyone’s noshing pleasure! Familiar flavors like strawberry preserves, blueberry jam, orange marmalade, and more Pennsylvania Dutch treats like apple butter, rhubarb jelly, hot pepper relish, etc.
Seriously, over the years I must have eaten about thirty-some-thousand of those little suckers, and consumed about twenty pounds worth of fruity spreads!
(ITALIAN LESSON: I tasted the crackers = Ho assaggiato i biscotti.)
So, go ahead, call me a cracker — just allow me time to grab my spreadin’ knife!
Also, let me know if you have any memories of Dutch Country — or, at the very least, if you saw the movie Witness.