Spending a day in Amish country, observing the aboriginals in their native habitat, with lunch at the Gap Diner affording the opportunity to indulge in local delicacies like scrapple and (later) shoo-fly pie. Total gastronomic win!
I took the Herr's Potato Chip factory tour today, in the little Pennsylvania town of Nottingham. There was no sign of the Sheriff, although I did see what looked to be a forest (I'm not very good at identifying natural things). Neither was there any sign of men in tights. Or women in tights, for that matter.
There were plenty of free samples though, and I believe a new record was set for sales in the adjacent factory store. I asked several questions of our tour guide (an affable and enthusiastic young man named Fisher), one of which was whether Herr's makes private label chips for any retailers. They do indeed, and one of the retailers is Boston's own Market Basket chain of grocery stores. Fisher assured me that the private label chips are the same ones we saw being produced on the production lines in the factory.
it was a wonderful tour. I'm eating Heinz Ketchup Chips as I write this, and my fingers are getting red, so I had better stop now.
I can remember a time when people made Hires Root Beer at home. Hires is still a Philadelphia tradition that goes very nicely with a cheesesteak.
