Showing posts from March, 2011

Plaasvars/Farm Fresh

Wow, food really plays a paramount role in my life. Sunday morning we went to the 2nd Street Market. Ironically, this fresh produce market is downtown, amongst some derelict buildings and art schools.

The market is housed in a historic block-long former 1911 railroad building, which was saved from demolition in 2001. The long and narrow layout forces you to squeeze past woolly jacket clad families, slowly shuffling from vendor to vendor. And what bliss! Hand picking fresh carrots and asparagus from boxes and crates are so much more rewarding than grabbing a plastic bag off the Walmart shelf. And nothing says fresh like a bit of mud still stuck to a massive sweet potato. The best part was, getting a whole bag of fresh veggies for about $4!

And then we saw the bread. Now, so far all the bread, be it white, whole grain, multi grain, super grain, all of it contained some quantity of sugar. No, not sugar, fruct…

Out of sight, out of mind

The reputation of a neighborhood is sometimes just that, opinions. People spread the word that it is dangerous and over run by thugs and soon it becomes desolate and over run with thugs. Other times it is simply the economy's fault. What ever the case my be, every city has such areas. Forgotten by everyone but the few souls that still have no choice but to live there.

On Saturday we did a drive by shooting through west Dayton. Just across the Miami River from the Dayton University, you find a quaint area called Wright-Dunbar Historic District. This used to be one of the homes of the Wright Bros and Paul Laurence Dunbar. It was/is apparently a very mixed area, home to mainly African-Americans, Hungarians and Romanians. In the 1950s and 60s it was damaged by race riots, but now the are trying to rebuild it. Anyway, will post on that again later. When you go beyond this little village, things just go downhill. The further you drive, the less signs of life you find. It has been totall…

Amish Paradise

"As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain
I take a look at my wife and realize she's very plain
But that's just perfect for an Amish like me
You know, I shun fancy things like electricity" - Weird Al

Yes, you've guessed it, this weekend we went of in search of the Amish. Central Ohio has the biggest population of Amish and Mennonites in the world. So we left Dayton at dawn (7am) and headed east (more east-northeast), to Millersburg and Berlin in Holmes County.

It was amazing, and refreshing, to see the landscape change as we journeyed the 3hours past the the city of Columbus, into the countryside. We heard there would be rolling hills and there were. And old farmhouses, broken down trucks, dilapidated barns and the longest covered bridge in Ohio, called The Bridge of Dreams.

In Danville we passed our first two buggies. The Amish are real! (I read that they do not like being photographed, so I tried to be sneaky and inoffensive.)

At about 10:30am we …