as a result, the number one thing on trees' to-do list was to observe the amish in their natural setting - lancaster county. we started the day at shady maple and quickly learned that you could spend most of the day there. eating.
imagine the biggest buffet you've ever seen. now double it. the shady maple is HUGE and there is literally food for miles. normally i refuse to eat at buffets because i'm lazy and the food sucks, but for some reason the food is amazing here? everything was fresh and actually tasted home made and not like stale leftovers. lots of PA dutch food like corn fritters, kebasi, and shoo-fly pie - plus unlimited icee refills!
|we came for the icees.|
an amish buggy had to veer into the road to go around me and trees AND around bear's car while we took that photo. sorry amish man, that's what happens when you name your town intercourse.
speaking of buggies... let's go on an amish buggy ride! you can go on tours of amish country in a REAL amish buggy driven by a REAL amish man. terrifying and amazing at the same time, especially if you fear the amish as i do.
we chose abe's buggy rides because abe sounded the most amish. as good a reason as any.
|trees and dixie the amish neigh neigh.|
earl was our probably menonite amish buggy driver. he was the coolest man i've ever seen. i had to shake his hand and make eye contact without crying, so it was really good of him to be so awesome. trees and i now refer to the amish as the original hipsters on account of their similar fashions, facial hair choices, and eating only organic, locally grown foods.
i already felt damned to eternal hellfire, so i took this candid of earl being awesome.
earl took us around some of the local amish farms and the entire time i was terrified of the buggy ending up in a ditch/smashing into mailboxes. when the buggy turned i almost slid right off the seat and out the back door. i'm the worst. thankfully earl was chill and very politely answered our questions about amish culture. i didn't ask anything about eternal hellfire.
once we arrived back at abe's farm we watched the baby goats and wanted to die of cuteness.
|it's looking at me!!!|
|totally worth the possible vehicular manslaughter.|
so much amazing crap. everything from hex signs and amish hats, to the coolest kitschy souvenirs ever. lots of things made of shells for some reason, pies pies and more pies, whoopie pies - which are not actually pies, and amish root beer - which is actually poison.
the owner brought us samples of "the best shoo-fly pie in america" and we were like suuuuure lady, you made the best shoo-fly pie in america. but then it actually was. we brought some home for bear's family and his grandma, who has been eating shoo-fly pie for like a hundred and ten years said it was the best she's ever had. WHAT.
|bear blending in. i'm pretty sure i put a boy's small hat on his head, but i was distracted by the shell art and mom loves ME best t shirts.|
|the actual best shoo-fly pie in america.|
|trees' first whoopie pie! after sneaking a bite of hers i went back inside and bought three more.|
as far as i know, i've not yet been damned to eternal hellfire, but here's a baby goat again just in case.