In my last blog post, our adventures took place in my hometown of Toledo. But I wanted to take my friends to see places dear to my heart southeast of where I live.
I come by it, honestly. My parents loved to escape the city by heading out to the rolling hills of Amish country whenever an opportunity allowed. Some of my great-grandparents are buried in Dover, Ohio, and from Dover, Amish country is but a hop, skip, and a jump.
I’ve written about them before:
Perhaps you have been there: Millersburg, Berlin (pronounced, unlike its German counterpart, as Bur-lin), Walnut Creek, Sugar Creek, Coshocton County, Tuscarawas County, Holmes County. The list goes on. But it was to this area where my friends and I traveled recently.
My parents always loved this neck of the woods. But in my father’s case, I have long suspected that delicious Amish-made pies called out to him often!