My brother moved to a house out in the country. So you go to Prarie City and turn south on the little highway at the edge of town.
But in order to get to the edge of town, you have to go down the main drag and the main drag has Goldie's Ice Cream LLC. Little bitty place right in the middle of town, it has a drive-thru, a walk-up window, stools at the counter and indoor and outdoor tables. And the best ice cream available in the metro area.
This week's flavor was black walnut. I love black walnuts. I love the flavor of black walnuts but don't put it in something so sweet that the flavor is drowned out. They put the nuts and the flavor in a delicate vanilla ice cream and was the single best ice cream I have had including those I make myself.
This little place has won awards for their tenderloins. I had one about a year ago and was not impressed but today, I saw why. Or rather, I tasted why. You know, in a really good tenderloin sandwich, there is that place where they didn't quite trim off all the fat. And you get that bite of just a little pork fat that flavors the other tender meat parts and it's like a little explosion of uber-tastiness in your mouth. I had that today.
The other test for a tenderloin is if it is good cold. Well, not cold but room temp four or five hours later. It is stellar. It is so edible that I don't care if my nexium doesn't take care of it, its eight-thirty at night and I'm gonna finish it.
So here's to heartburn that keeps me up and the great sandwich that is so worth it.
joella
Monday, September 1, 2014
Banana Cream Pie FAIL!
We went to Machine Shed on Thursday. Every Thursday, my husband and myself, go out to dinner with his brother. So it was Machine Shed on Thursday.
Our waitress was young and didn't know any patter except "hun". I kind of enjoy the patter and the teasing. I tip well for that. The food was decent though. I had the double pork chop, it was almost dry and not great but the others liked their food. Besides, I had a half piece of pie to look forward to.
I was going to split it with Harold. It would be the only treat I had for days and I wasn't sure if I wanted chocolate cream pie, or coconut cream pie or banana cream pie. So I let him choose.
Everyone got done eating, great atmosphere by the way. And then we put in our order for the pie. Banana Cream Pie. We asked for it to go and they brought it in a styrofoam box. It looked beautiful and I couldn't wait to get home to eat it.
Well, we got home and I got a shiny fork out of the drawer and sat down at my desk to enjoy my half of the beautiful, whipped cream decorated banana cream pie. I cut it in half because sometimes I forget myself and find that there is only a bite or two left.
First thing, I dive into the whipped cream. There is nothing better than whipped cream, freshly beaten, slightly sweetened and piled high. I shoveled a generous amount into my mouth.
It was one of the most disappointing bites in a very long time.
The whipped cream tasted like meringue. I kid you not. It was not smooth or creamy and it was meringue like. Not that sweet and not tasty.
The crust was cooked well for the first inch but it was a dark, ugly, soggy mess where the pudding and the ripened, darkish banana quarters were. Oh and there's another thing. My half had a quarter banana in one piece and so did my husband's. Just one quarter banana on each half of the piece of pie.
Worst though, by far, was the pudding. Don't know about you but my expectations for the pudding are creamy, vanilla and a great taste.
Buzz, Buzz, Buzz-the buzzer of "You lose".
It cracked apart, more like custard but not that tasty. It was a cloyingly sweet, artificial banana flavored glop, perched above the quarter banana and hidden under the icky meringue fake whipped cream.
I was so disappointed that I threw the rest away with my husband's permission after he looked at it. This is not the quality that Machine Shed usually puts out, at least on their entrees.
So I will go back for their appetizers and entrees and the bread pudding which is superb but no pies for me.
joella
Our waitress was young and didn't know any patter except "hun". I kind of enjoy the patter and the teasing. I tip well for that. The food was decent though. I had the double pork chop, it was almost dry and not great but the others liked their food. Besides, I had a half piece of pie to look forward to.
I was going to split it with Harold. It would be the only treat I had for days and I wasn't sure if I wanted chocolate cream pie, or coconut cream pie or banana cream pie. So I let him choose.
Everyone got done eating, great atmosphere by the way. And then we put in our order for the pie. Banana Cream Pie. We asked for it to go and they brought it in a styrofoam box. It looked beautiful and I couldn't wait to get home to eat it.
Well, we got home and I got a shiny fork out of the drawer and sat down at my desk to enjoy my half of the beautiful, whipped cream decorated banana cream pie. I cut it in half because sometimes I forget myself and find that there is only a bite or two left.
First thing, I dive into the whipped cream. There is nothing better than whipped cream, freshly beaten, slightly sweetened and piled high. I shoveled a generous amount into my mouth.
It was one of the most disappointing bites in a very long time.
The whipped cream tasted like meringue. I kid you not. It was not smooth or creamy and it was meringue like. Not that sweet and not tasty.
The crust was cooked well for the first inch but it was a dark, ugly, soggy mess where the pudding and the ripened, darkish banana quarters were. Oh and there's another thing. My half had a quarter banana in one piece and so did my husband's. Just one quarter banana on each half of the piece of pie.
Worst though, by far, was the pudding. Don't know about you but my expectations for the pudding are creamy, vanilla and a great taste.
Buzz, Buzz, Buzz-the buzzer of "You lose".
It cracked apart, more like custard but not that tasty. It was a cloyingly sweet, artificial banana flavored glop, perched above the quarter banana and hidden under the icky meringue fake whipped cream.
I was so disappointed that I threw the rest away with my husband's permission after he looked at it. This is not the quality that Machine Shed usually puts out, at least on their entrees.
So I will go back for their appetizers and entrees and the bread pudding which is superb but no pies for me.
joella
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