Manning345 wrote:
Wonderful reminiscences! At our table it was: "Clean your plate!" and a frown on Dad's face. You never wanted to see a frown on Dad's face, and when you saw him clinch his jaw you were in for it.
In the late sixties and early seventies we had a gigantic (450 yards long, 200 yards wide) one building concatenation of stall stores selling everything imaginable, in Montgomeryville Pa. It became known locally as the Monkeyville Mart. Most of the stall stores came and went with such rapidity that shopping there was always an adventure. There was always some new gadget, or the latest fad item and simply wonderful things, some created, by the artist sellers, and some others peddled by fast buck hucksters.
It seemed that most of these mini stores opened to sell wh**ever "fell off the truck" and then vanished. The whole ambience reminded me of a Circus Midway, in the freak show area. These "shopping" visits became a form of weekly entertainment for all of us, better than a drive in movie.
One of the fixed elements was the Amish Butcher Store, owned and staffed by the young men and women of the Amish community at Lancaster and its surrounds. Their meats were all organic before anyone knew what organic was; they were produced on their own farms which were operated by mule and horse power, without the use of any engines or petroleum products, not even fertilizers. The meats were butchered by them and trimmed to perfection. Sausages of all kinds, Scrapple, Poultry, perfect Pork Chops, Roasts and Steak were all available and sold to you by what seemed like a platoon of Amish Clones, distinguished only by male or female dress.
The best part of this store was the smorgasbord style cafeteria associated with it. For a fixed price you could select from the traditional seven sours and seven sweets of Amish cooking. There were dried-apple pies and pastries of all kinds, salads and meats to delight all palates.
But -- as you entered the service line there was a huge sign.
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Take what you want, Eat all you take
Do not come back for more if you don't finish your plateWhat a damper for my kids, if they had picked something new and decided they didn't like it, they had to choke it down anyway or forgo the obvious goodies waiting for them on the serving line. There were always several Amish, who were working in the dining area "redding up", but in reality they were monitoring food consumption. My kids became adept at taking minuscule portions of anything new along with tried and true favorites so they could get to all the dessert courses.