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Hello, Do you remember when that elderly lady from Grand Forks that became an international star because she wrote columns about restaurants?  She was a wonderful writer and a delight to listen to. 

Guest Columnist

            I’ve always enjoyed eating.  You know that.  And to me, there is no meal that is complete without meat.  Usually beef.  But sometimes I’ll eat a pig or a chicken.  Drummies are good at happy hour.  Bacon is for breakfast.  But most of the time, it’s beef.

            In southwest North Dakota, there are not a lot of steakhouses.  You can visit the Crossing in Dickinson, and there are a variety of bar and grill establishments in smaller towns that serve a great steak.

            One of my favorites is in the metropolis of Reeder.  Yeah, Reeder. 

            Reeder isn’t very big.  There is an elevator, a post office, a senior center, and a guy that must fix lawnmowers because there are about a thousand of them parked outside his shop.  And there is the Borderline.

            The Borderline is a bar and gill that fills up during pheasant season and over the holidays.  It is halfway between our place and our son’s ranch.  So it is a pretty regular stop for us.

            Besides getting a wonderful meal of certified angus beef, or a wonderful walleye dinner, you get a dose of friendly conversation from the proprietors.  And many times you will get more than you paid for.

            The other day Shirley and I stopped there for supper on the way home from Reva.  As we were eating our steaks we were visiting about gardening.  As I’ve told you before, I was 25 years old before I found out pickles were cucumbers, but I’m learning.

            Well, as we visited about gardens, the owner disappeared for a few minutes.  When he came back, he had a package of frozen corn for us to take home.  Sweet  corn.  Off a grilled cob.  Wonderful.

            We settled up our bill and prepared to leave when, I think his name is Roger, said hold on a minute.  We’ve something for you.

            Out came two tinfoil wrapped ears of corn basted in butter with a little salt.  For the road.  Have you ever tried to eat a piping hot ear of corn while driving.  It’s not easy, but I used to be a hotshot driver. 

            Maybe this happens in other states.  But I doubt it. 

            If you are in our area the next few weeks, and you stop in a small town, lock your car doors.  Or you may end up with a bag cucumbers, corn, and tomatoes.  And for dang sure you will find a few zucchini.

            In Reeder, order the “Kristy” sandwich.  And tell her Dean sent you!

Later, I can’t talk with my mouth full,


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