Indiana Means Tuesday Which Means Peanut Butter Pie

So far, the food of the eastern mid-west is not so much different as altered. This morning I had a cherry burger that had a patty that was half beef and half chopped cherry. It was mostly indistinguishable but, still, had half the red meat. Lunch included chicken and noodles which is chicken noodle soup with the soup aspect strangely removed. The potato salad had shredded spuds and the pies were fantastic. The peanut butter pie was like coconut cream with the coconut replaced with a thin layer of, you know, peanut butter. Who knew peanut butter could be subdued. I was bested by the fresh strawberry pie which kicked the strawberry pie of Helen of Machias’s all over town. Unlike the food, we are not so sure about the hotel. The nearby convenience store where the clerk sat in a plexiglas booth was one hint. The lack of any other guests on any of the 15 floors was the other. Tomorrow we seek out Notre Dame, BBQ and mini putt.