My husband's mom is here visiting us from California. She is a beautiful woman named after flowers.
Today we took her to Amish country. She sat in Amish rocking chairs, bought pantry items at the bulk foods store, sampled fudge at the chocolate factory, and giggled as we got caught in a rainstorm. We enjoyed watching farmers plow their fields, children playing baseball outside of a schoolhouse, horse-drawn buggies clopping along the highway, and loads of laundry flapping in the wind.
The Amish people live a simple life that, I think in some ways, reminds my mother-in-law of her rural childhood in Argentina.
We were sure to take her to Heini's Cheese Chalet for their tasting buffet. I've been limiting my dairy intake, so I avoided the cheese itself and hovered around the fudge display instead. Mom filled her basket with a loaf of smoked swiss, asiago, summer sausage, cream cheese spreads and a strange package of pressed meat.
Does everyone have a first experience with head cheese?
Flora delighted in sharing her find with us, as she reminisced about all of the other awkward animal body parts she's consumed in her lifetime. To be honest, with a squeeze of lemon, the mixed meat wasn't terrible. Just forget what the loaf is made from, and ignore the taut and slimy texture, and you, too, can have a palatable first (and possibly last) experience with head cheese.
Chris just introduced his mom to the popular British-American television show, Downton Abbey. They are in the other room finishing their third episode. I may be one of the only ones who finds the show boring. However, I do enjoy watching Hallmark movies with my mother-in-law, which is what I did last night, while Chris was out running errands. Something about the title, Love Comes Softly, didn't grab him.
Tomorrow, Flora is making borscht for dinner.
I think we'll keep her.