Great Alaska Adventure: Great Pie
Bloomer, Wisconsin, has much to offer, if you like snow, cold weather, fishing for northern pike and being able to leave your house unlocked because everyone knows everyone else. But it’s main claim to fame should be the Main Street Cafe, home to an amazing bakery producing more than 30 different kinds of pie. Those who know my road trip dietary predilections know that pie has a prominent place in the food hierarchy. Today I entered bakery nirvana.
Choosing from more than two dozen fruit- and cream-filled pastry offerings, a veritable plethora of pies, I selected an enormous slice of a pecan caramel cream cheese masterpiece, heightened in its pastry perfection by a scoop of velvety vanilla ice cream made, no doubt, from the finest milk of Wisconsin’s pampered dairy herds.
My fellow traveling gourmands, Marilyn and Hanna, attacked a Lemon Meringue wedge and a chocolate-fudge-ribbon-something-or-other respectively. Each pastry item, of course, was topped with its own massive scoop of vanilla heaven.
After gorging ourselves, we waddled back to the bikes and went shopping to finish our purchases of biker chick necessities. Hanna, though a neophyte biker, is taking to riding like a biker takes to pie, so this should be a good trip.
While Hanna went to say some final goodbyes to friends this evening, I thought a cold beverage would finish the day nicely, so I sent Marilyn for some Moosehead. This is what she brought back. I’ll settle for a glass of Mr. Daniel’s Old No. 7 Tennessee Sour Mash.
Tomorrow is another day and will, no doubt, bring another piece of pie (or two) before we say goodbye to Bloomer and head for Fargo, ND, on Thursday.
“I can’t wait to get on the road again.”