Tuesday we were floating around in the pool and the conversation drifted to “Pan Haus.” I swear, a person never knows what kind of conversations you’re going to get into with retirees!
Yesterday we got to talking about Pon Hoss or Pan Haus. Someone knew it was Amish — that was where they had seen it — in an Amish community in Iowa. But more than that no one knew.
Now, I’m no chef, but I know a few things about food and Pon Hoss was something I’d never heard of before. And the thing I love is a challenge. What the heck is this stuff? We’d been to Pennsylvania Dutch Country and we’ve eaten Scrapple — a close cousin to Pon Hoss I now find. But they aren’t the same.
Pon Hoss is usually served as a breakfast item, fried. But with the limited ingredients and seasoning in the recipe it’s no wonder that the resident here didn’t care for the taste. Scrapple is more likely to include sage, thyme and/or savory — so this stuff is lacking apt to be lacking on tastebud appeal. Gives me the shivers — but hey — when you’re a farmer you eat everything but the squeal, right? 🙂
It’s a good example of the things you can get to talking about when you’re with a gang of folks from all over the U.S. and Canada. And speaking of Canada….
One of the winter residents was saying that when they came across the border they changed $10,000 Canadian into U.S. currency. With the current rate of exchange what they got back was only $6300. Now THAT is a hit! Makes it harder for our Canadian neighbors to enjoy the winter down here.
We get our share of political conversations. And there’s always talk about doctors and lawyers. The state of the park — or the disrepair of the park — depending on the resident’s frame of mind (cheerful or bitchy). We hear travelogues and family histories. Of course with men around there’s golf, football, and more about cars than I ever wanted to know. And the “nice” thing about it is that most of them only stay for a few months out of the year — you don’t have to listen to the same old stories all year long. Fact is, the gang who stay here year round is pretty small — which also means that by the time the Winter Texans show up they are ready and rarin’ for some good conversation. It’s cute, it’s funny, it’s human….
Thanks for stopping by, and I’ll be here again tomorrow to chat. Why not stop by and say hi!