A Wedding and The South

Spring has sprung in Kentucky.

I'm not from Kentucky, nor do I live in Kentucky, but I had the pleasure of traveling to and spending the weekend in Lexington this past weekend and Mr. Peaches and I had a blast.

First, though, I'd like to take this opportunity to say a little something about The South:

As soon as I traveled outside the Cincinnati Metropolitan Area, I could feel my pants tightening.  There is just no denying that they do food better in The South and I think it's the bacon grease and lard in the air that causes the automatic weight gain, even if you're just passing though.

But we didn't just pass through.

In fact, on Saturday, Miss Sarah (one of my oldest and dearest friends) took us to feast at the infamous Ramsey's Diner.  I'd like to say first, that if you are ever, EVER, in Lexington, KY (or within a sixty mile radius) GO EAT THERE.  I ordered the Country Fried Steak, a meal I have not eaten in many moons, and I could only eat HALF.  Mr. Peaches ordered Chicken & Dumplings, which was delicious (but a little less impressive), while Miss Sarah ordered...wait for it....

The Hot Brown

Excuse me? The HOT BROWN?  But there are so many distasteful and unappetizing jokes I can make about that! THE HOT BROWN?  What IS this elusive meal?

Apparently, it's a Kentucky favorite.  You can read more in-depth about it here, but I don't really recommend it.  (Although, Sarah, you'll be happy to know that the mystery "white sauce" is just more cheese.)

(note: This is not Miss Sarah's actual Hot Brown,

though it is from Ramsey's.)

After we stuffed ourselves full, we walked to a local bookstore and perused the shelves until we felt like normal human beings again.  Then?

THEN WE WENT BACK TO RAMSEY'S FOR PIE!

I think this is where mistakes were made.  Miss Sarah, Mr. Peaches, and I each ordered our own slice of homemade pie.  We then proceeded to taste and deliberate over every one else's pie.

Pretty sure I gained three pounds.  Pretty sure they are worth it.  Be careful in Kentucky.

However,  besides spending a lovely, much needed time with Miss Sarah, Mr. Peaches and I also went to the wedding of another close friend of 10+ years. 

Mrs. Young wore a beautiful red dress, a color I once admired for myself should the day ever come, and she looked stunning (and while I am still waiting on more pictures, I'll give you this one for free).

I was excited to see my friend so happy, though, as all good friends should, I offered her a ride far, far away the night before- you know, just in case.

For me and Mr. Peaches, the reception went off without a hitch, despite my nerves about sitting down and having dinner with people I haven't seen in practically ten years.  Mr. Peaches is such a natural at making friends and entertaining people that we had tons of fun.

Now my friend is all sorts of married and off on her honeymoon with her honey.  

Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Young!