Pictures of Home

Yesterday we drove to eastern Kentucky, where my parents live, and I think it's one of the prettiest places on earth.

Thought I'd "culture" you a bit.

My neck of the woods has its own special soft drink. It's like a ginger ale. Locals call it ALE8. Some fast food places even carry it "on tap" (as in a fountain drink, because this is a dry county and liquor sales are illegal here.)

Actually, if you want to be technical, the name is Ale8-One. If you say it fast, it might sound like "a late one" adopted as a pun, being a description of the lastest thing in soft drinks in 1926.

The bottles are golden. Well, almost. If you return them, the store will give you $0.30 EACH for the bottles. Crazy to think there's such a recycling program in this neck of the country.
On my way back from the store today, I pulled to the side of the road for a funeral procession. I don't think I ever did that in Phoenix. I love small towns. Except when I have to go to the grocery.

The grocery stores aren't the greatest. According to Time, one reason southerners are so fat is because the grocery stores are fewer. Interesting article, but I don't wholly agree with all the conclusions.

Less I digress, my mom has an incredible garden!

I was in heaven today. Wish I could stay and pick and eat and eat and pick all summer. Then I would be fat.

With the cabbage, I made sauerkraut. Yum.
As a perfect ending to a perfect day, our family went out to eat at Halls on the River. All nine of us ate outside on the patio, right next to the river. The kids threw bread over the balcony to HUGELY fat carps. My dinner? Beer cheese nachos, fried cheese, fried banana peppers, fried hush puppies. Could this be why southerners are fat?

Maybe, it's the super-pimped-up ice cream trucks. Seriously, the ice cream truck in my sister's neighborhood is the NICEST truck I've ever seen. Even funnier, the music was, "This Little Light of Mine."

Only in eastern Kentucky, y'all.