Small Town, USA

Well, hello!


I have been enjoying my summer and as a result, my blog has been neglected.


This weekend, my cousin, Evan, my friend, Hilary, and I went to the Frankfort Hot Dog Festival in Frankfort, IN.  I mean, once you see that advertised, how can you not go check it out?  We drove a short 30 minutes north of Indy, through some corn fields to the quaint town of Frankfort.  If you watch The West Wing, I just want to let you know that we didn't run out of diesel, nor did we switch time zones.  As you can imagine, it wasn't hard to find the Main Street of Frankfort.  The large Johnsonville Grill truck kinda gave it away.

Hilary and Evan at the Johnsonville Grill

We walked around the festival to see what all it had to offer.  I really felt like I was in Stars Hollow (Gilmore Girls, anyone?)  The festival was set up around the beautiful county courthouse.

We decided to first sample a Indiana classic, the pork burger.  If you ever come across one, I suggest you stop what you are doing and immediately eat it.  De. Li. Cious.

Pork burgers from the local Firemen.  Yum!

We walked around the festival, again, to make sure we didn't miss any booths and so we could work up our appetite to get a hot dog.  I mean, you can't go to the hot dog festival and not get a hot dog, right?  Right.

Evan and Hilary enjoyed Frankie's Hot-Digitty Dogs.  Duh.

#Merica

I love small towns.  Let's be clear, I don't want to live in one, but I can appreciate an afternoon spent strolling around and enjoying the sites and the people.


What adventures did you have this weekend?


Aubrey

Hoosier State of Mind

I recently moved from the land of Oz to the Hoosier state.  I will begin blogging again, but I'm not making any promises on the regularity of the posts :)  I'll chronicle my life as a first-time apartment dweller and new Indiana resident.  Well, that might not be official, yet, as I still have a Kansas driver's license.  


Fun Hoosier Fact: They call it a BMV instead of a DMV because it is a Bureau, not a department.  Also, I have suffered my first kitchen injury.  It's really my own fault for buying such sharp, serrated knives.  Well, that, and the fact that I was cutting cherry tomatoes mid-air instead of on a cutting board with a steak knife.  I guess I won't treat those as paring knives in the future.  I'll probably cut on a flat surface, too, just to be on the safe side.  My mom would be so proud!


If you want to see pics of the new apartment, click here.


There's no place like home!
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