On Friday we went out to Mohegan Sun with the kids. Frank went off gambling with Stephen while Theresa & I went into all the cute little shops. There’s this one little store that’s a favorite of mine. It reminds me of this old time general store we’ve gone to in New Hampshire. They sell all sorts of really good foods, mixes, jams & yeah I know I don’t actually need to buy Mud Slide Brownie Mix but come on - how could I resist?
There is one slight problem with this little shop - it’s 2 hours away. That got me to thinking that there has to be some sort of store that carries things like homemade jams & things like that. I know there are lots of quaint little shops way out on the east end of Long Island but if I’m going to drive all the way out there, I may as well drive to Connecticut. Then I discovered that there’s this little farm house shop not too far from here. Guess where Theresa & I went this afternoon.
Just in case someone from NY wanders into my blog and wants to know where this place is, it’s called Young’s Farm in Old Brookville. Getting there was a bit tricky. The directions said it was on a road just off Route 107. There we were, driving east on Northern Blvd. when we saw a sign that said the intersection we were coming to was Route 107. We turned but the street this farm was on wasn’t there. Lucky thing we had that GPS but we thought it a bit odd that she was telling us to get back onto Northern Blvd. and continue further east. Then we saw another sign that said… yep, Route 107. They must be twins. Okay, not really. It seems the first sign meant it eventually got to 107 & was an alternate route. That’s not the important part, though. The important part is that we got there.
More important is we bought stuff. Things like apple preserves, apple spice pancake mix, maple syrup and cranberry bog honey. Then there was the cashew crunch candy that Theresa showed me.
Me: “You are a bad influence. This is why I can’t go shopping with you.” Apparently she took that to mean I didn’t want to buy that & she put it back. “Hey, what are you doing?! I didn’t mean I didn’t want it.”
Yep, it seems I didn’t eat nearly enough junk over this Thanksgiving break.
November 25th, 2007 at 6:41 pm Quote
Yum. I know it’s a good shopping trip if the entire reason behind it is to get food. Not grocery shopping, that is equivalent to shaving my legs…but specialty food shopping!
November 25th, 2007 at 10:05 pm Quote
Ohhhh yeah! One of my favorite places in Grand Marais, Gunflint Mercantile and Candy Company, has a WEBSITE! Now, don’t get me wrong, it’s most fun to go in there and sample all their samples and have a tiny cup of coffee and oooh and aaah over everything, but in a pinch the Interlinks work just fine. I am soon going to have to have them send me boatloads of their “Jamaican Me Crazy” coffee and some of the best licorice I have ever had in my life. Not to mention the blueberry honey, the real maple syrple, etc….Specialty Food ‘R Me!
November 25th, 2007 at 10:29 pm Quote
I hate shopping unless it’s a bookstore or fun electronics stuff or anything really unusual. And then there’s the specialty food store. Yeah, Kim, just bookmarked that website.
Me, talking to myself: “No, you will not spend your birthday money on stuff like that! You need clothes. You look like you’re dressing in rags. You own exactly 3 pairs of jeans & they’re each about 35 years old. Well maybe just 4 or 5 years old. No, you cannot buy more food! Are you listening to me????”