Today we passed through Amish country (no, they're not just in Pennsylvania), with rolling hills, horse-drawn carriages and a pretty sunset. Pictures to come soon.
(Begin Amish rant)
At a gas station I saw some Amish people - probably Mennonite actually, which comes from the Dutch word for "Amish poser" - buying slice pizza, coffee and glazed donuts. Hmmmph! As I always say about the "Amish" people at the market in Burtonsville, MD, they are just playing the Amish game. Shame on them! Frankly, these half-assed Amish people piss me off. As the saying goes, anything worth doing is worth doing right. Are you Amish or what? Put down the artificially flavored French Vanilla coffee and mechanically-separated beef sausage pizza, get out of that gas guzzler, and ride your carriage back to your barn where you belong. Or - better yet - drop the schtick and admit that being Amish sucks.
(End Amish rant).
For dessert we had the best pie of the trip so far - blackberry cobbler. We're looking forward to Newton, KS though - it's supposed to have the best pie on the TransAm route, according to Cesar and Gaby. This same restaurant tonight had some terrible potato salad though. Why was it terrible? It was Amish style, of course.
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