Good Morning Y’all!
I. HAD. SO. MUCH. FUN. THIS. WEEKEND. Y’ALLLLLL.
You see, these 7 gorgeous ladies, otherwise known as One Kitchen, Many Hearts – yeah, I italicized that, they’re like a persona – flew in from all over!
Michigan, Washington, Los Angeles, Minnesota, and Arizona, every corner of our country represented as these ladies met up at Jeanne’s house. Jeanne, the ringleader. The creative cardinal. The crafty queen.
They had a whirlwind weekend of blogging fun planned, and invited me to hang out for a day! It was a great day spent in Brenham, TX.
Brenham, known as “the birthplace of Texas,” and seated right in the heart of Bluebonnet country, is chock full of cuh-YOOT antique shops, and plenty of pie to go around.
It also happens to be the home of this little tiny ice cream joint, THE BLUE BELL ICE CREAM FACTORY.
We will not speak of its existence, as we’ve missed the tours there twice.
Anyways, be sure to check out all the ladies’ posts this week, because they had a WILD RIDE getting here. I’ll just tell you it involves a power outage and a 14 passenger van. I’ll leave THAT to your imagination.
Jeanne, Inside NanaBread’s Head
Megan, Country Cleaver
Beka, Kvetchin’ Kitchen
Kirsten, Comfortably Domestic
Allison, Decadent Philistines Save the World
Mads, La Petite Pancake
Kat, Tenaciously Yours
First store, Antique Gypsy. I need to live in here. Like – STAT, yo. It’s like the inside of my head.
I tried describing that to my mother once. She responded “Oh, like a Trix box exploded in your head?”
Exactly Mom, exactly.
Get you some chickens.
Everyone needs chickens. Quilted, or metal Beyonces, I need them all.
Plenty of creepy mannequins to go around.
Allison mistakenly asks one the whereabouts of the pie shop.
That’s right Ms. Calamity Jane. We’re all legends around here.
See? Even Kat, bringin’ the fannypack back.
Actually, she needs it for her Colt .45.
Every visitor to the Great Lone Star state needs a 6′ Longhorn painting over their mantel. Or maybe it’s a Watusi. I can never be sure.
But really, it looks good. I want.
Our favorite pearl of wisdom from the day was Kat’s quote:
“Live a life that would make your childhood self proud.”
My thoughts exactly, Kat. My thoughts exactly.
Thank you Beka, for making your (and my) childhood self proud by eating the plaster cake outside the bakery.
And Kat lives true to her own wisdom.
“Have you seen my puppy?”
Check out these demure ladies trying on their vintage hats.
I wonder who else wore them.
Hmm, maybe I don’t wonder.
Nah, I don’t wonder.
Have you ever hung out with people THAT ARE JUST LIKE YOU?
People that understand the importance of squeezing in a bite of pie, even though you’re so full from Monte Cristo that you’ll pop?
People that ALSO trip over cowhide rugs?
People that ALSO have stringent rules over which ice cream scoop may or may not enter the dishwasher?
We’re soul sisters, y’all.
And the best part of this day? Pie. PIE Y’ALL! It represents my entire existence.
Part of a whole, and food to share.
We only ordered 17 pieces of pie, one chocolate chip cookie, and an ice cream cone.
Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that.
Get yourself to Must Be Heaven, now.
In fact, I’ve got a Sawdust Pie baking for you right now – only one whole year late, since I last ate here with Jeanne and Kirsten.
Like I said, I don’t always post late, but when I do, I make sure it’s six months or more late.
And my booty?
To follow in my Mother and Aunt’s tradition, I found one old, overpriced Portuguese rooster kitchen towel to hang and celebrate my whopping twenty-five percent heritage.
One pretty rose hankie, because these DELIGHTFUL Elm and Ash allergies have my eyes watering more than kitchen full of onions will do.
One cute Hawaiian girl napkin, which I’ll use as a hankie, which *actually* came in a set of four, but somehow in the 24 years it’s been sitting in this ol’ junk shop the other three walked away. *Which* I also politely tried to explained to the sweet ladies running the store, to which they did not believe me, leading them upstairs to search the bins and bins and bins and bins of linens only to discover –
Yup. Only one Hawaiian girl napkin left. SOLD, for a $1.32.
And one neat old cookbook, because apparently someone can *never* have too many cookbooks, even though said person begs people all the time to NOT buy them cookbooks, as they may, or may not live in a small apartment and can’t stand clutter.
And one final stop. Buc-ee’s. The land of greatness. The hilarity is that while *I* was at a Buc-ee’s on my way home, the rest of the girls stopped at a Buc-ee’s on THEIR way home. WE WERE IN A BUC-EE’S AT THE SAME TIME, Y’ALL!
Does anyone see the serendipity in this moment?
Well, find yourself a Buc-ee’s. And make it a good one. My Buc-ee’s in Bastrop has approximately 63 restroom stalls, one dedicated restroom attendant, 79 gas pumps, and 9,345,362 bags of trail mix, caramel corn, licorice, and wasabi peas.
It’s an experience. Trust me.
All about the Beaver Nuggets, baby.
~ Peace, Love, and Saluting your childhood self Y’all