Ryan and I go to the world-famous Shipshewana flea market. We find quite a few treasures. And I tend to use my father's training a la Juarez to make some good deals.
We have spent the night twice in Shipshewana. It is almost an indescribable experience. It is calm, small, and quiet - except for the clomping of the carriage horses' hooves.
Amish cooking is also an experience. Noodles, amazing pies, mashed potatoes...
The Blue Gate Restaurant is a few blocks away from the flea market and has the most excellent banana cream pie I've ever had. Another thing I think is so commendable about Blue Gate is that they make an effort to use local foods for their menu offerings.
I would be remiss if I didn't mention one of the best reasons to go to Shipshewana. JOJO's Pretzels.
They are so amazingly delicious. I never really knew what their secret to deliciousness was. This year, the pretzels we got were so fresh, we had to wait a few minutes for them to be ready. And it was thus that the secret was revealed:
Is that not achingly delicious-looking? Also a reason to probably indulge just once a year.
Next on the agenda for this Hoosier-in-Training: Berry Picking. I plan to do more than just freeze 'em this time around.