One great day off is better than a mediocre week of leisure. This was one of our semi-random three day weekends, and of course we went on a nice ride. The Ozaukee Interurban trail hadn't felt our rubber since April, so we gave her a go. It was a little cloudy and not too warm as we made good time, heading from the fish cleaning station in Port Washington and on toward Belgium and Cedar Grove. Our appetites preceded us to the turn-around point and we were looking forward to a sandwich at a local coffee shop. As we rolled into the middle of town we were distracted by some old sounding music, played on an old PA system. My plane of reference was beginning to tilt, but was quickly grounded again by the scent of grilled food, why, it must be a festival! It turned out to be Cedar Grove's Hollandfest, and we arrived just as it had opened. Looking around the park while we ate some brats, we passed a small pavillion where they were selling something called Oliebollen, which were being kept warm in a dozen or so nesscos (roaster ovens). The oliebollen turned out to be small round fried cake doughnuts, did I mention that they were homade? They had raisins, or not, and were rolled in sugar. Warm and fresh, they were very tasty. Honey asked if we had died and gone to heaven, I wasn't sure...
We lingered a bit, and turned to the way back. It was a bit windy but the doughnuts were great fuel for the remaining 15 miles.