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newageamazon and I went trundling out to Amish country yesterday, in search of a good bottle of wine and some awesome cheese. We found both. If anyone has the ability to get out to Windgate Winery (and also to the little cheese shop that's about a half a mile before their turn) then srsly, do so. Om nom nom (glug) nom. Windgate makes some awesome wines (I think we settled on Concord, which tastes like extra-happy grape juice) and the cheese place features a little grab bag of fresh awesomeness including the mysterious "farmer's cheese," colby & cheddar, pepper jack, garlic, and bacon cheddar, with big slices of pepperoni for extra glee. I haven't been in a really Amish area for years, so seeing more horse&buggy combos than cars (and more deer than pedestrians!) was different. Driving discussion invariably went to what the Amish would & wouldn't allow--cars & modern dress aren't allowed, but one woman was pushing a blue plastic stroller--and long story short, I ended up finding the Wholesomewear site. Ph34r. Lots. (But not as much as how Amish women aren't allowed to wear bras.)
But as with everything, human nature eventually shone through. On our way in we passed what looked like a little Amish kids convention--more than a dozen young boys in black pants, white shirts, and brown hats. On our way out the convention had broken up and the kids were heading home. I was driving slowly, since the road to Windgate is gravel and it's not nice to spray the little kids with gravel, and thus we got to see them in their natural element. One was charging along the side of a barn, pushing another in a wheelbarrow. Another two trudged along the side of the road, watching us. So we watched them back. They kept watching, so
newageamazon gave a little wave. The one started to wave back--then pointed at his butt instead. We think this might be the Amish version of flipping someone off. Any ideas? :P It's pretty weird to not know if you're supposed to be insulted.