I’ve taken on a task many have done before and that is the list. I can construct a long-winded multiple paragraph exposition, a couple pages perhaps, but why? I can break it down as quick as I can and today, May 9th, this is why I like this place. So if you agree, rooty toot toot and let’s share some chow chow. If you don’t, jump on facebook or email and tell us all about it, cause no one likes a grumbly blog hater. Now the real task will be to contain it to four items, yes four. Here goes:
That’s right the honesty box is a real thing. If you take more than what you paid for, you will answer to a nine year old Amish boy and his 10 brothers and sisters. Although that may sound like the beginning to a horror film, they’re even less vitriolic than they are violent. Still, a crop of Amish kids is not what you want haunting your dreams. If you’re lucky enough to purchase your produce from an actual person at a place like Central Market in downtown Lancaster (which can be hit or miss with “local” produce), learn his name. Find out how long he’s been doing it and why he’s making change at age 10. You’re not nosey, you’re deepening and enriching your relationship with our beautiful county. The work that families with roadside stands do is the reason you come here or live here anyway. This warm weather has the spinach, rhubarb and lettuce out early so start cooking. And say thank you darn it!
This is a blog for Kitchen Kettle; a spot espousing family values, early closing hours and a day of rest so we can all be with our loved ones. So, really the last place you’d think to encourage beer drinking; but here I go. Beer is a sign of culture; a sign of creativity, community, and a lot of times youthful enthusiasm for a good time. Growing up here, I didn’t see beer as a real sign of OUR culture, but with over 250 craft brewery openings and only 37 closings last year, pushing the total number of breweries in the United States to over 2000, Lancaster hardly stood a fighting chance. To be fair though, I’m saying hit the big red barn on 340 if not a couple times, then just once to gander at the new Rumspringa Brewery on the 2nd floor. Although they started out just as an outlet for Mt. Hope Winery, these fine Renaissance Faire folks now have a beautiful, high-ceilinged tasting room that is neither derelict bar nor hokey gift shop. The natural light, and wood floors and countertops make it a tasting room in its purest form. It’s got a pretty gnarly and yet awesome metal sculpture behind the bar, goofy looking glass growlers for take-out beer, and the times I’ve been there, it still seems like a “best-kept-secret” so you can enjoy your beer and not hear the “I wanna see the A-mish, where are they!” questions. As you leave, make sure you find out what it actually means to “sow your wild oats”, cause I’m still baffled.
This one’s easy because it’s really the only way to follow up a post about the sinful brew in Lancaster County. Don’t relax too quickly though, it’s easy to be deceived by talk of lawn chairs, lemonade and whoopie pies. Knitters are a firey bunch driven by a desire to bring handcrafts as something bigger than a hobby…and they have needles. I interviewed a few ladies during one of Wendy Ellis’s gatherings at Lancaster Yarn Shop and couldn’t believe how far they’d traveled, how boastful they were of their creations and yet also gaul-darned agreeable and community driven they were. They’re a lot like craft beer drinkers but instead of goofy facial hair and ironic t-shirts, they’ve got lawn chairs, their next three meals in Tupperware and plenty to “stitch n’ bitch” (to use some of the vernacular). Come by Wendy’s crew on June 9th at LYS and you can find out if you’re ready to join the global movement driven by needles and some furious discussion about sweaters and the fact that knitters have an international holiday.
The powers that be would really prefer this be the only thing we write about given the time of year, but I come to you all with news. As a member of the founding family of Kitchen Kettle and someone who had rhubarb and gingerbread cookies shoved in my hands and told to smile for festival pictures, I’m not sure how I feel about my recent discovery so I’ll just say it . In 2008, the Minnesota Legislature recognized Lanesboro as the Rhubarb Capital of Minnesota. I have now coasted past the 30 minute mark of my time spent on the website for those folks in Lanesboro, and I realize the last thing a creative person should do is compare, but I will tip my cap and give ‘em a thumbs up. Minnesota’s got their following, but we will not be outdone! We’ve got a strong foundation for greatness here in Lancaster and the archives around here show Mike, Joanne and Jim smearing rhubarb pie on their faces to start it off right. This year’s call ahead numbers on buses and group tours are already out of the ballpark, so let’s go.
1. We’ve got a dessert baking contest and all the entries are up for grabs after judging. Sooo, I have my lunch for the day!
2. We’ve got defending champion Walter who’s no slouch for the rematch in the world’s only Rhubarb car derby. He may be 9 years old, but I imagine he’s got one of those knitters in his family, cause he’s a fierce competitor.
3. Most of our lodging rooms have been booked for this weekend for almost two years, so something’s most definitely up in the town of Intercourse for the middle of May. Parades, rhubarb whoopie pies, and the best darn parking lot attendants in the county. Where else do you get a personal escort to your spot? Let’s pack this place and honor the first brave crop of the spring season: rhubarb!
















