So we played in Goshen last weekend for their monthly contra dance. It's not a long drive from Chicago (about two-and-a-half hours), so we spent the morning cleaning up at the house before heading out. Dreading the inevitably bad highway food, we put off eating dinner until we arrived in Goshen. After dropping our instruments off at the dance hall, we asked the sound man what he would recommend for a fast bite. He directed us to a few taquerias on the main strip.
"Mexican food in north-central Indiana," we thought as we pondered the population density of Mexican-Americans in Indiana. "Well, it probably won't suck terribly." After surveying our options on Main Street, We settled on this little neighborhood grocery and restaurant.
Holy mama was the food fabulous! We had tacos that were incredibly fresh, perfectly seasoned, and they didn't skimp on the meat.
The total for dinner for the two of us was $5.30. It was an incredibly good food find. It turns out there actually is a very large and growing Mexican-American population here, in part because of the RV industry based in Elkhart. We highly recommend that anyone passing through Goshen have a taco or two at this magnificent little grocery store.
The dance itself was also really fun. It's a youngish dance that's only been going on for a few years, and we had a good time playing for everyone. Except Meg, who was fighting off a cold, had to sneak out to the car at the break to swig Robitussin so she could play guitar without dying.
I, however, was my normal dapper self.
The next day being Sunday (not to mention Easter), this lovely-looking local yarn store was closed. That didn't stop us from peeking into the window, however. They appear to have a wide assortment of solid-colored sock yarn, a major plus for any yarn store.
So that was last weekend. We've reached two milestones as knitters this weekend. Meg came home from the big quilt show in town (she'll have to tell you more about that) with another basket for stash. To say that our stash fits in two baskets is a little inaccurate. The stash has two baskets, but the stash (while we were not looking) established some satellite offices throughout the house. Now, the stash has a third basket.
The second milestone is this: the Inherited Cat. He's a very sweet boy cat, about a year old, with a lot of, um, passengers and baggage. We've been giving him ear drops for some of the passengers, and he's going to the vet on Monday to be relieved of some of his, um, baggage. Two bags, to be exact. Smallish ones. He'll be coming home with us on Sunday night to begin the socialization process with our two other four-legged family members. Maybe we'll put up some cat pictures then (because it's not a knitting blog without a cat photo every so often.) I was going to post a picture of some of the passengers, too, but Meg thinks they are gross, so I'll leave it to your imagination instead. We are searching for quirky boy cat names, however, so leave us suggestions!
Tonight, we're off to our second night of dancing to the beautiful sounds of Wild Asparagus. Last night was so much fun. It was like coming home to all of your best friends and family, an absolutely fantastic feeling. We don't have pictures of last night, though I'll try to remember to take a few tonight. There also may be an after party at our friend Ed's house, where there is sure to be great music!