Kentucky – Bourbon, BBQ & Just a touch of Fall

A mint julep is not a product of a formula. It is a ceremony and must be performed by a gentleman possessing a true sense of the artistic; a deep reverence for the ingredients and a proper appreciation of the occasion.
Lt. Simon Bolivar Buckner, 1937
Polly poses in the evening sun

 Ahhh, Kentucky….land of bourbon and BBQ, fried chicken and the venerable Kentucky Derby. I feel a sudden impulse to wear large, floppy hats and sip Mint Juleps while giving out practical southern advice. After all, with our passing out of Illinois we’ve now officially entered the South and, as everyone knows, things are different here. A certain sense of ceremony and history about the place, even when it comes to drinking, as Lt Buckner so eloquently explained

With our entrance into this new phase of our travels we also feel a change in the air. The very first stirrings of fall, a subtle changing of colors and a sniff of cooler nights. We drop our jacks at Kentucky Lake and admire the view. Instantly we decide to stay longer than planned to absorb the whole thing fully. After all, everyone takes their fine time in the South and, as they say down here, if something just dills your pickle, it should be worth stickin’ around for. 

Kentucky Lake..worth a few more days indeed!
Just a touch of fall
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  1. Lynne says

    Having grown up in the South, don’t I know! Now you must walk two paces behind your husband, and women should be seen and not heard. And if you have a different last name (like I do), DON’T mention it. You’ll end up having to explain for an hour.
    Oh, and don’t wear pants. You have to wear panty hose and a dress. (I had to in school)
    And women don’t drink.

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