Without the Grains

January 2011

When the paper at the bottom of the grain bag starts to show, it’s time for a trip to the Saint Vincent Gristmill.

If you make it all the way to the mill, you may as well go to the antique shops in Jeannette, PA.

If you go to Jeannette, you can’t help but wander the streets.  They seem stuck in time.

 

Past the chipped paints, frozen streets and deceased industries, we found a table at a Grandma’s place.  There was no “grandma,” but there was a “potpie.”  I wish there had been a grandmother making the pies and not just a gimmick.  It was a friendly marketing ploy though.

Time to go home, stock the cupboards and begin baking.

 

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