On my recent vacation home to visit family in Indiana, my sister and I were tooling down the road on the way to our step-momma place on the Ohio River. Every time we go there together, our drive takes us through a town called Greensburg. We’ve discovered we can’t go through that town without picking up the most awesome pizza ever from a restaurant called Pizza King.
Now, there are lots of Pizza Kings in central Indiana and they all basically have the same menu, but none of the food tastes exactly like another’s. The particular pizza my sister and I simply must have on our ride south is not like any pie you’d taste anywhere else in the world. It’s called The Cowboy and it’s unbelievable. We always get it to go, along with paper plates and a pile of napkins, because we want to get down to the river as fast as we can. We always have such a wonderful time visiting family, hanging on the front porch watching the barges, boats, skiers, and wave-runners passing by. Nobody ever wants to miss a minute of being together, laughing, joking, eating, and just having a great time.
Back to the pizza… My sister used her crazy new car computer to call up Pizza King to place the order about 20 minutes before we were due to pull into the restaurant parking lot. How cool is that? I love, love, love modern technology! (Not a fan of the privacy issues we now all face, but that’s for another day, another blog post.) Somehow we managed to eat each incredibly delicious, incredibly messy piece without dropping a single crumb of double sausage, double pepperoni, double mushrooms, double onions, double green peppers, and double cheese–or a single speck of crust–in her brand new Ford Explorer that was so brand new, it still had the paper plate on the rear and only a few hundred miles on the odometer. (I was delightfully introduced to air conditioning in the seat which was supremely fantabulous on a hot summer day. 🙂 ) We put a serious dent in The Cowboy as we continued south on 421.
Full and perfectly satiated, we chatted up a storm as sisters who haven’t seen each other in person in almost a year are wont to do. Out of the blue, a small cabin-like building came into view and a big plastic banner was draped across the front porch handrail that read “Almond Butter.” I said, “I’ve never had almond butter. Have you?” Lauri looked at me and raised one pretty blonde brow. “No, I haven’t. Let’s try it!” She practically slammed on the brake and whipped into the nearest driveway, turned us around, and thus began our adventure at Pat’s Bulk Food. Sis said she’d been driving by the place for many years and always wanted to stop but never took the time. In all the years I’d traveled the same road, I’d never even noticed the the building. Apparently it’s been in business there for 22 years! Glad I opened my mouth. 🙂
We had no idea of what to expect when we walked through the door – it wasn’t what either one of us expected. Brightly lit and spotlessly clean, the shelves were filled with a variety of food stuffs you don’t normally find in a regular grocery store. Specialty flours, local honey, jams, jellies, and preserves, hard to find spices, and so much more. I had no idea you can buy a mix for fondant and they carried everything else you’d need to decorate cakes and cupcakes. I found some beautiful egg noodles, natural cocoa, Hungarian paprika (wonderful goulash recipe here), a highly recommended fish batter mix, and so many other goods I can’t remember what we both bought. Sis and I were piling so many things in our arms the owner brought us baskets to carry it all! We found some animal crackers and gummy worms for our little nephews, too. We finally made our way up to the cash register with our fantastic finds when we both realized we hadn’t come across the almond butter. And there it was, as if a spotlight were shining down from heaven pointing to its brown, nutty glory on a stand beside the counter.
Back on the road, we were both anxious to get to step-momma’s to see family and sample the goods. When we finally arrived, the first thing we did was grab 3 spoons and dipped into the almond butter. To say we were underwhelmed would be an understatement! We hadn’t taken into consideration the all-natural nature of the freshly ground roasted nut butter. It needed sugar. Luckily for us, my sister had picked up a lovely jar of blueberry jam and our wonderful step-mom had bagels! Unfortunately, the days ahead were so filled to the brim, none of us remembered to put the 3 ingredients together and give the almond butter a second chance. Oh well. There’s always next time. 😉