Join me for a little lunch. Or something. Sometimes.
Our secret MN recipes often feature noodles, cans of things, and seasonal local ingredients.
The truth is out there about the jar of pickles on the side of the road near Des Peres, Missouri.
It’s the town that welcomes you with a smile, and a cinnamon roll at Charlie’s Cafe.
Residents of Fishers, Indiana resorted to signs to divert covert lawn poopers.
All families have secrets. As people get older or pass away, the secrets come to light. Like Grandma Lena’s.
Some things change, some stay the same.
Lake Osakis wore a black vail of birdlife – a coating of coots.
We creatures of the earth shouldn’t eat each other’s lips. That’s my firm view.
When I left Stearns County to live in New Zealand, one of the things lost to me was cherry pie.
When my sister turned 70 she wanted to shake things up. Have adventures. So she took up dumpster diving.
A flowering crabapple tree is a sight to behold.
Lena and Mina were my grandmothers – Stearns County, Minnesota women who grew up and raised families in small towns around the Lake Wobegon Trail. Born in the USA, they spoke German and had German accents. As did my parents, who spoke only German until they went to school. As do some of my cousins, who have never lived anywhere but Stearns County. We’re quirky folks, like those in Garrison Keillor’s fictional Stearns town of Lake Wobegon. I’m Laurie Hilsgen, and if you’re reading this, you might be Wobegonian, too. Let’s celebrate our loony ways. Oh ja!
