It is the time of year for all things pumpkin, but that’s old hat, like the deer hunting hats being seen, yes 24/7, all over while they are still in a current mode. More timely is the fact that Kwik Trip just opened their North Hudson store, the most important thing of consequence to the north of the existing local shops, after several days of somewhat glaring, yes orange, bold lighting to announce their likely to be primo local presence that is spilling over all the turn-lane infrastructure. It was installed in large part to benefit their sure-to-change-the-local-scene-presence as far as a player in the market. So back to pumpkins. If you hurry north, as its still for a bit the grand opening, and you can still get on special a fantastic cup of pumpkin spiced brew, also with cinammon, brown sugar and vanilla. And many kinds of brew for free, and even a brave brown pumpkin mix that’s big in the cooler, again for a limited time, although even after its less than a buck. These things are highlighted by the fact that there are many, many bottles of sweetner to add to the experience, even though what we’re assuming was an added pumpkin mix seemed to be sold out at times. Must be good. And also a coupon for free milk! Don’t forget to factor in the Kwik Trip special of bananas, potatoes and onions for only 28 cents per pound, and being offered as an added incentive is a free first pound of those things, although of the three, the banana part is still coming. Once here, could you dip that banana in the pumpkin coffee for one more, quasi-tropical flavor in our northwoods.
Pumpkin, pumpkin, who has the pumpkin, and more than just pie: Let the bright lights extend you out of the Big City to the new Kwik Trip in NH
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