- Hit the Donut Bank - Actually we stopped in Princeton for the first of our three visits to the Bank. I'm not lying when I say that you will never find a better glazed, blueberry, or chocolate long john donut then right here at the Kemp's Donut Bank. Honestly, I dream about these things. I'm so in love with them that I've vowed never to eat another donut unless it comes from here! (Might be my new resolution for 2010)
- Headed back home - Checked out the old homestead (which my mother sold out from underneath me) . Ended up visiting with my old neighbor who still lives across the street from where I use to live. We had several good laughs about the shenanigans the five kids (my brother and I and her three kids) use to get into while the parents were out. The neighborhood looked smaller to me, and much to my girls' dismay, I pointed out places and said things like, "When I was a kid this wasn't here...this is where I use to play...."
- Chowed down on The Pizza Oven pizza - Hands down the best pizza I've ever put in my mouth. Fresh ingredients, sauce that tangs the tongue, and a thin crust The establishment has been owned by the same family for thirty-one years in the same hole-in-the-wall building. There are tables, but take-out is their business. We got the sausage (a must have) and ripped into it right in the car.
- Bought me some Indiana sweet corn - and stayed in a hotel where the parking lot shared space with a corn field. Only in Indiana!
- Slurped down on some Indiana cantaloupe - You won't find it bigger or better anywhere else. Don't even try.
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