A while back, I wrote about our move to Lancaster Country and the struggle to find good food and good culture. Of course, every place has its own interesting shiboleths even Lancaster County, but what is more interesting is when you mix cultures. I have a feeling that if we stay in Lancaster too long, our family’s celebration of Mardi Gras will morph into something more Fasnacht-ish — like this Southern/Northern mix:
Personally, I’ve always thought that Fasnacht Day was just proof that even letting go before Lent can be made joyless by Lancaster Countians, but hey, that’s neither here nor there.
Hmm… That site looks like my key into the head of the Pennsylvania Dutch. Still, I may not really need that much insight. Up until I got married to