I got up early this morning even though it’s Sunday and we went to church yesterday, I had some things that honestly needed to get done. So instead of laying in bed thinking about it I actually got up and did something about it.
First thing – get the garden planted. The guys had the garden all tilled up for me so my part was super easy. I’ve got a lot of tomato plants that needed homes and with more self control than I thought I had, I only planted eight of them. I pawned about 30 off to my sister but after both of these things, I’ve still got quite a few left. Then I planted only two cherry tomatoes. But now I’ve got about 50 (or more!) cherry tomato plants left. My other sister said she would take some, maybe it’ll be her lucky day 🙂
Now grow!
After a quick Irish Fest meeting at our house, Daryl and I were off to St. Olaf for dinner. The scenery along the way to this town is so awesome! There are rolling hills with rows and rows of corn fields and hay fields. You swear that you are going to see Norman Rockwell standing along the road painting a picture or something. Then once you got to the town it was an old town and the buildings look like they were from the turn of the century. I found out that it was established in 1872 so it really was old. Just my kind of place. Now a lot of the buildings looked abandoned but still never the less, pretty cool! When we stepped into the bar/restaurant it also felt like you were stepping back into time. We found a booth and sat down. The next thing was to figure out just what kind of pork tenderloin we should order. I mean this is what this town is known for and that’s why we were here. We chose ‘The Big One’ and decided to split it if it was too big. The bar boasts that they have the largest tenderloin and when we got our meal – I’m pretty sure that they do hold that record. Holy Cow! It was huge!! A quick picture and then we dug in.
The tenderloin sandwich I ordered – The Big One!
Now I’m sure you’re asking yourself, did we eat it all? And the answer is no way! We brought home at least half of it for a meal later.
What a good road trip and then back to the farm to get ready for another Irish Fest meeting. I never got my soap made this weekend, so I sure hope that I can get some made early in the week.