We’ve not far now until the end of the miniseries. One last mealtime wraps up the Hoosier culinary side of things.
Previously on Midlife Crisis Crossover:
Every year since 1999 my wife Anne and I have taken a trip to a different part of the United States and visited attractions, wonders, and events we didn’t have back home in Indianapolis. From 1999 to 2003 we did so as best friends; from 2004 to the present, as husband and wife. Then came 2020 A.D.
Even in an ordinary average year, sometimes you really need to get away from it all. In a year like this, escape is more important than ever if you can find yourself one — no matter how short it lasts, no matter how limited your boundaries are. Anne and I had two choices: either skip our tradition for 2020 and resign ourselves to a week-long staycation that looks and feels exactly like our typical weekend quarantines; or see how much we could accomplish within my prescribed limitations. We decided to expand on that and check out points of interest in multiple Indiana towns in assorted directions. We’d visited many towns over the years, but not all of them yet.
In addition to our usual personal rules, we had two simple additions in light of All This: don’t get killed, and don’t get others killed…
Traders Point Creamery has its facets of fun. Sure, we enjoyed and needed the one-mile exercise track that was the Farm Walk & Nature Trail. Sure, their farm animals can be a treat to watch and hang out with when they’re in affable moods. But the best reason to drop in was The Loft, their own restaurant serving products of their own raising and curation.
As you’d hope, their dairy handiwork was on point. The cheese board in our lead photo justified the visit in and of itself. Cheese varieties on hand included Florida pear Gouda, Bleu, herb fromage, Camembert and Brie. (Don’t ask us to remember which was which. We were dining above our pay grade here.) Accompaniments included multiple breads, fig jam, honey, and pickles. 11/10 would visit again just for more excuses to type “fromage“.
More outstanding achievements in the field of dairy:
And with that, we concluded our vacation half-day. We could’ve overextended ourselves as we normally do each year…but we didn’t have to, and we weren’t feeling it. We went home and unwound for the rest of the day.
As to the lingering, unspoken question in this series: if you noticed each day’s programming ended in the late afternoon with no mention of nighttime repasts, that’s because all our dinners this week were takeout from restaurants in our area. We did our part to keep our nearby businesses alive in this, the Worst Year Ever. We didn’t photograph any of it or save details for sharing. Sometimes food can just be for eating.
To be continued!
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Wow! What beautiful photographs! And how very optimistic of you to dub 2020 as “the Worst Year Ever” instead of “the Worst Year So Far“!
Thanks! It’s my hope that future years do NOT take this as me throwing down the gauntlet and daring them to suck more.
You’re welcome! Fingers crossed!