|Cold day at the beach|
My wife and daughter arrived at the gas station early and waited. There were only two possible entrances and two exits. When he arrived, my wife noticed that another car had pulled up behind her as she got out of the car and approached the van. My wife fell into the game quickly and asked the man who had just arrived if he too was here for the pickup. He was and said that soon helicopters would be flying overhead. Why did I send my wife and daughter to meet the dealer? What kind of husband was I? Relax, I just sent them to pick up a traditional holiday favorite, Dresden stollen and shinkin rolls. What did you think it was?I waited until the last possible moment this year before placing my stollen order, knowing full well that he might be sold out. Finally after going through the appropriations committee (my family), it was decided that the great stollen caper could be funded one last time. After all, it was Christmas and it was my job. So when I called this year I spoke directly with the baker. He told me that I could in fact order three or four pound stollen. I ordered two 3 pound stollen, after all there were many mouths to feed.
While I had him on the phone I told him that whenever we would go to Minocqua, we would go to a local bakery and get these fresh bread rolls, that we called “shinkin rolls”, because they looked like a babies butt. He laughed and said “you mean split rolls!” Finally, somebody who knew what I was talking about. Not only did he know what they were, he said that they made them on special orders and generally for the holidays. I decided right then and there to do it. I knew there would be problems, since I did not have authorization or clearance to spend more than the allocated amount for the stollen from my wife, the high-command. I would somehow have to justify the additional expenditure to the committee, but it was Christmas and I hadn’t had an authentic shinkin roll in over fifteen years. My dad would have been happy. Most of my kids, don’t remember ever having them and I needed a picture for my cookbook. Who could argue with buying bread? How many reasons did I need? So I placed the order.
Meanwhile, as I was pacing back and forth in the living room, My wife and daughter returned with the “stuff”. I was literally like a child in a candy store. The stollen would have to wait, my target was acquired, and I just had to have a shinkin roll. Waiting for them to return from the pickup, I had already taken out the butter (unsalted, sweet cream) and allowed it to come to a spreadable consistency. I searched the cabinets for just the right place mat to set up the picture and got my camera ready.
|Bag of Shinkin Rolls|
|Shinkin's on charger|
|Christmas Stollen cut in half|
|Beil's Bakery, Delevan, Wisconsin|
|The Stollen House|
|Two 3lb. Dresden Stollen $26.95 each|
|Lake Geneva Pier, Wisconsin|
|Popeye's Bar-B-Que Garage|
|A Wisconsin or Popeye's Bloody Mary|
|A great place to to visit, especially in the summer|
“Popeye’s Original Since 1986”
|A memorable appetizer|
|Popeye's on a winter's night|