Good food from the local cafe
June 14, 2010
Polly likes to watch cooking shows on TV, and so usually by nine in the evening, we watch “Good Eats.” He’s definitely a little different than the average bear, but she lets me watch ball games, so we watch “Funny Man.”
Last night he was making apple pie. He had my attention, as apple pie, especially with a slice of American cheese on the top is high on my list of favorites. What made this even more interesting was the variety of apples he was using. An apple isn’t always an apple. There is a difference!
He was using a couple of Granny Smiths, a couple of Braeburns, and a couple Honeycrisps. I greatly like Honeycrisp apples, but you don’t always find them. And when you do, they tend to be a little more expensive than most apples, and they are heavier than most apples. When you get to check-out you may suffer sticker-shock. A fairly large Honeycrisps may cost well over a dollar. But, if you like apples, they are worth it.
Then I got to remembering about 50 or so years ago when Ruth and Leonard Ross ran Antelope Junction which was just south of Burns, Wyo., on Old Highway 30. I worked for the ASC office in Cheyenne, now FSA and by the time everything was taken care of at the office, and we headed out to work, we would arrive at Antelope about 10:00. (We actually planned on arriving at Antelope at 10:00.)
Every morning Ruth and another lady, I don’t recall her name even though her brother was married to my cousin, made apple pie and the pies were out of the oven and cool enough to cut by 10:00 in the morning. They would only cut one, so it was necessary to be there shortly after 10:00, or you had to wait until noon for apple pie.
Even though Ruth thought I was nuts, she would put a slice of cheese on my pie. She always told me that was for making cheese burgers, and not on apple pie. It caught on a little and there are still a couple around the area that like cheese on their apple pie. I still do, and most still think I’m nuts.
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About the same era there was a cafe in Pine Bluffs, Wyo., I think it was called “Green Acres” and although they served a normal menu, their specialty was roast beef. It was to the point where if you were a regular, and I ate there a couple times a week, you just naturally got a hot beef sandwich. Most of the time you didn’t even have to order, a hot beef sandwich just appeared. The cafe is long gone. It was located on the south side of Highway 30, about where the west end of the overpass on I-80 is now.
From recalling all of this, looking the way I do is easily explained. In fact, it’s a wonder I don’t weigh 300 pounds or more. But as the fat man said, “I’d sure hate to die indebted to my gut!”