Tara and I recently discovered the awesomeness that is Fleet Farm. Prior to moving out here, we’d never heard of the store before. It’s one of those Midwest chains, like Menards and Culver’s, that people in other parts of the… Read More ›
Midwest
Cheese Curd Panic
I have officially acclimated to life on the northern plains. Here’s proof: It was snowing and the temperature was hovering around freezing, so I raised my windshield wipers when I pulled into the parking lot at work today. Raising my… Read More ›
Mayo Have Your Attention, Please
Moving to the Midwest was an eye-opening experience in many ways. Hail the size of bowling balls, overly friendly people who sometimes talk funny, chislic — all were new to me. But one of the biggest differences can be found… Read More ›
I Am Not a Crook
Years ago, I created a Google alert. Any time my name is mentioned on the internet, I get an email with a link to the article. I did this so long ago I’d actually forgotten all about it, so I… Read More ›
I Survived the Polar Vortex (But Didn’t Even Get a Lousy T-Shirt)
Well, that was fun. My first Polar Vortex was actually a bit underwhelming. Sure, it was cold. But Rapid City never even dropped below zero. We came close: it was 1° Wednesday morning. When I woke up and looked at… Read More ›
Connecting the Dot’s
The moment we arrived in South Dakota last summer, we were inundated with pretzels. They popped up everywhere we went, ubiquitous bags with a bold red logo. We had never heard of Dot’s Homestyle Pretzels before, but it quickly became… Read More ›
Literally Greener
Saturday afternoon, I was jolted from a peaceful reverie by the blaring wail of a warning siren. I raced to the window, looking for the source of the ear-splitting racket, convinced I’d see either an approaching tornado or an incoming… Read More ›
Homeless Crisis Averted
I am happy to report that we will not be homeless in Rapid City. Not that I actually thought that would happen, but I will admit that I flew into a quasi-panic the other day when I realized two things:… Read More ›
From Chinook to Chislic
I came across an article in Portland Monthly last week on bierocks, a Midwestern staple that resembles a glorified Hot Pocket. Apparently I am not the only one who has never heard of them because Microsoft Word doesn’t recognize the… Read More ›
Not Montana
I was in the kitchen at work the other day and one of the RMs walked in for a cup of coffee. “So, I hear you’re moving!” he said to me. “Montana, is it?” I corrected him, but couldn’t help… Read More ›
