Day 14 - Lincoln, Nebraska
Before we left Denver, we ran into Sue and Tyler. I remember a few years ago, I created a kids section on my web site just for Tyler and any other young one to enjoy. Sue told me and Ziggy we had to try some Rocky Mountain Oysters before we left Denver so we did. I had shrimp instead but Ziggy was chowin down like the ones they served were the last ones on earth. After she chewed and swallowed the last one, I told them what they were. She fainted.
I rented a car and put Ziggy in the back to nap and that she did. She slept all the way to Lincoln, Nebraska! She woke up a few miles outside of Lincoln. I said, "Ziggy? How ya feeling?"
She meowed, "OK. Next time, if you see me enjoying something, don't tell me what it is."
I replied, "Well, I just thought you should know what Rocky Mountain Oysters were. Anyway, did you know Nebraska was the 37th state in the USA and it became a state on March 1, 1867?" Ziggy reached in her bag and put on her hat for Nebraska.
Driving into the city, Ziggy asked me where were going and I told her to Matty Jakourski's home for some Nebraska Baked Beans.
She lived just outside of Lincoln on a farm with chickens, horses and a few milking cows. I drove down a long gravel road up to the front of her home and I snapped this picture of her sitting outside waiting for us.
We had a nice talk. She was in her 90's and told us, "Gerald Rudolph Ford was born in Omaha on July 14, 1913. He was the 38th US President, serving from 1974 to 1977 and stayed just down the road there a piece with his cousins in the Summers. He was a real pistol Gerry was, uh huh."
Matty mentioned that the state beverage was milk just like North Dakota. Ziggys' eyes popped out. I told her why Ziggy and I were taking this trip around the US. She said she had been living in Nebraska all her life. Her parents bought the farm in the late 1800's. She knew Indians growing up and "learnt" alot from them too.
I asked her how she felt about being an American. She said, "Son, if you live as long as I have, you'll see alot. Just when you think you've seen everything, something jumps up in front of you and surprises the heck out of you. People need to grow. If we didn't have the freedoms we have today, we wouldn't grow. Whether you like it or not, growing is good. But with that growth comes responsiblity. The problem with alot of people today is they don't take the responsiblity for their actions and abuse some of the freedoms they share with all of us. Growth needs to be pruned like a tree so it doesn't go crazy."
I looked at Ziggy and she was sleeping again so I asked Lotta, "So, how about the Nebraska Beans you wrote me about?"
She repied, "Son, there a cookin on the stove! Let's go get 'em!"
This Baked Bean recipe is the bomb. If ya don't believe me, wait til you try them. Here's the recipe.
Nebraska Matty's Baked Beans
Serves a bunch of folks
1/2 pound bacon
1 pound ground beef
1 15-ounce can pork and beans
1 15-ounce can lima beans
1 15-ounce can red kidney beans
3/4 cup brown sugar
1 teaspoon vinegar
1/2 cup catsup
2 teaspoon prepared mustard
1 medium onion, diced
Dice and fry bacon lightly; drain off fat. Dice onion and fry slightly. Brown ground beef. Add bacon, onion and beans; mix well. Stir in brown sugar, vinegar, catsup, and mustard.
Bake 45 minutes at 325 degrees.
For you and me
Makes the day go
So fast and free.
We said our goodbyes and headed to the airport. There was no way I was going to drive to Carson City, Nevada. When we got on the plane, we sat in the first seats up by the door. The beans staretyd talking to Ziggy so they made her move to the back of the plane. That was OK with her.
When we arrived in Carson City, I had a arranged a tour of the town and some of the tourist attractions there with Helen Beeker. She's lives in Vegas, but works in Carson City. Ziggy want to become a pioneer of the old west like Kit Carson. See what happens.
See ya tommorow in Carson City, Nevada!