Tuesday, February 24, 2004

Fat Tuesday Fausnaughts, Junk food, and the Joys of Lancaster County
Ok, it's Fat Tuesday, aka Mardi gras, and Lancaster County has broken out one of its finest traditions: Fausnaughts (or Fausnaughtkikles, if you want the full name). What are fausnaught? You may ask...fausnaughts are a wickedly delicious, highly unhealthy Pennsylvania Dutch snack. They're kinda like doughnuts, only they're lighter, and have no holes. They're covered with powdered sugar, and about twice the size of any normal doughnut. Do I need to mention that they're really good? I think you can get them year round, but on Fat Tuesday they're traditional. Just don't ask me why...I don't know! ^.^
Lancaster County is a difficult area to live in if you want to eat healthy. We're like the junk food of the United States. We have Hershey's, M&M Mars, half a gazillion pretzel and potato chip factories, and all the Pennsylvania Dutch and Amish pastries. See what I mean?
I have lived in Lancaster County for only a year, but I've been coming here all my life to visit my grandma. I must say, I like it more than any place I ever lived. We moved under less-than-wonderful circumstances, and I didn't really want to move and leave my best friend and all, but if we had to move I think this is the best place we could've. It's beautiful...the hills are the kind described as 'rolling' and in the summer they look like green blankets. The weather is usually nice, except when we get thunderstorms. The thunderstorms are nothing like those in Kansas, but they make it sound like your roof is going to fall off! And occasionally it doesn't rain enough, but you can handle that by just sticking to the rules. The town I live in is WONDERFUL! I live within walking distance of a library, two video rental stores, ten gazillion pizzerias (all of which are owned by full blooded Italians, and one that [we think] is owned by the Mob!), a K-mart, a movie theater and my grandma's! How cool is that? The town's not perfect, the police are at the school at least three times a week (according to my grandma's scanner, anyways), and a fairly major highway is Main Street so it's kinda dangerous to cross, but I'm home schooled, and am always careful when crossing the street, so those things really aren't problems for me. The biggest problem for me is that half the time the whole town smells like cows, but other than that, I love where I live. Ok, this post has gone a little long...sorry! Talk to you latah!
And, as demanded, chapter 2 will be up tomorrow!
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