Last week we made a trip to Effingham. We had tickets to see Steve Martin and the Steep Canyon Rangers at the Effingham Performance Center. It was a great show, with lots of Steve Martin humor sprinkled amongst some very worthy, Grammy-winning bluegrass music. They even managed to pull off a rousing King Tut as their final number.






The next day Lori, Baleigh, Maw-Maw and I set out to find the "best burger in the world" in Moonshine, Illinois (population 2) . CBS Sunday morning did a story on this place some time back. It's very entertaining and you can view it on youtube. This couple, Helen and Roy Lee Tuttle, live above their general store and they've been frying up cheeseburgers there for years. Helen says that each burger is God-blessed and that's what makes them so good. They were good and good-sized. We made it there around 11:00 and inside the store there was chaos, albeit friendly, polite chaos, and people were happy to help steer us first-timers to the right line. We got to see Helen, herself, frying up the juicy patties. They lock the store at 12:30 to watch a soap opera in the back of the store (or, so we're told) and if you get stuck inside, you have to help clean up.






We ate our burgers outside at the picnic tables and we all bought Moonburger t-shirts. This place is located out in the sticks - somewhere south of Casey. If your GPS sends you on a wild goose chase, (as ours did) just keep your eyes peeled for a wooden arrow-shaped "Moonshine" sign. It's about the size of a ruler and it'll be tacked on a telephone pole. Good luck!



















A couple of graduation cakes I did for a lovely young lady. I did her baptism cake when she was born. My, my, time flies.