Adventures in Michigan

I’m guessing because the Amish do so much physical labour – farming, manual cleaning, riding bicycles, churning butter, that sort of thing – they are more than able to cope with such starch laden fare as is put before us at the Essenhaus, without becoming immensely overweight.

Yes, I have discovered a new delight of the Amish – their food. Just west of Shipshewana, in the town of Middlebury, is Das Dutchman Essenhaus; a restaurant featuring Amish style family dining, which has had a packed car park each time we’ve passed by it, on our way in and out of Shipshe.
This time, given its perfect timing for dinner, we pull in and treat ourselves to the following family meal – fried chicken, broiled beef, cooked ham, noodles, stuffing, sweetcorn, mash potatoes and gravy, and for dessert, chocolate peanut butter and banana pie.

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Pie. Yum. (Took me two days to eat just this piece as it was so rich!)

 

If I was eating this kind of food every day, I weigh as much as an elephant, Amish workload or not.

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Time for a U turn

I’m going to make a bold statement now, get ready.

I’ve found my new American home town.

Yes, it took a much shorter period of time than I thought, but I’ve very quickly decided I want to move to Shipshewana, Indiana; to live among the folk in Amish country.

I want to spend my days on the outskirts of a quiet, small town surrounded by corn and soy bean fields as far as the eye can see, whitewashed farms, the sound of horse hooves clip clopping down the road and with the most wondrous of cheese factories on my doorstep.

Yes, this will be my new home.

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