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He did it again . . .

I'll be honest.  Losing an hour of time is no fun.  I'm downing coffee like it's water this morning.  Maybe I should just go to bed for an hour and start over?  

Oh wait.  I can't. I have another kid sick this morning.  She was fine last night, and them boom, she's sick today.  She can't even swallow.

Back to who "did it again."


Hubby. 


 
Saturday, after weaving in and out of the Kentucky hills, with Hubby behind the wheel, I thought I would need to be medicated.  I'm here today to say I've survived, ha ha!

He, at the last minute, whisked me away to a Bed and Breakfast (slash) winery.  They have their own vineyard, and make their own wine, and sell it right there at the Bed and Breakfast.  Guests get a free wine tasting as well.


He booked us one of the last two rooms available at the Springhill B & B and winery.  It's not in Springhill, but in Bloomfield, KY.  It's an old plantation home.  Beautiful, and the most amazing breakfast you could get. The owners are a hoot too.  Fun and always making you laugh.  This is located just off the Bluegrass Parkway.

An interesting fact - the turn off is where a Bardstown police officer was killed a few years ago, and it's still unsolved.

Breakfast was blueberry bread pudding, bacon, sausage, biscuits and gravy, spinach/egg quiche, hashbrown casserole, grits, fresh fruit, juice, and coffee.

The next morning we had pancakes rolled up with cream cheese topped with blueberries, served with bourbon syrup, eggs scrambled with vegetables, a different potato casserole, ham and sausage, biscuits and gravy, grits, fresh fruit, juice and coffee.  They don't send you out on an empty stomach, that's for sure.



We had dinner in the basement of an old prep school.  The food was amazing - The Rickhouse.  Steaks are so tender you can cut them with your butter knife.  See the menu?  Bourbon blueberry salmon.    Everything is "bourbon" in the Bardstown area.  Ever hear of the Kentucky Bourbon Trail?


The brussel sprouts, the green beans and even the baked potato - all with bourbon.  You can bet that I have already looked up recipes to make the blueberry bourbon sauce for salmon, and the syrup. Vegetarians have options too - 11 cheese macaroni and cheese, and all those vegetable options.



Naturally, Hubby planned one distillery tour.  He picked one of the best, from what we were later told.  Believe me, if you haven't been to the Bardstown area, you better plan more than a weekend if you want to see all the distilleries and wineries, as well as downtown Bardstown.




The end of the tour provided a tasting as well.  The one on the left was moonshine (not bourbon), and only sold there.  The very last one, on the right was also only sold there and was 113.7 alcohol.  Cough, cough.  We has a good size group, and the tour guide was funny and very informative.


Downtown Bardstown still has an operating soda fountain.  Considering I used to waitress at one when I was 13 years old (you could work for your parents at that age), Hubby insisted we have lunch there.


The prices are much higher than when I worked a soda fountain, ha ha!  $4.49 for a shake!  Hubby and I got one just for the heck of it, and shared.  The chicken salad was amazing.


These are the stairs inside the B & B.  We packed sort of light, and thankfully.  You haul your bags up and down these stairs.    We had coffee up on the second floor each morning, before breakfast.  I was so ever thankful for that too.  They offered fresh baked cookies every day.  You can guess Hubby rolled some up for the ride home too, ha ha!

Although it rained the entire drive home, we had the best weather for the trip. 

We already have plans to go back in the fall.  I do have to say, it was a total surprise.  I'm thinking I'll need to keep a bag sort of packed this year, ha ha!  We had the advantage over the other guests.  We were the only guests the first night, so we got a tour of the house.  Now we know which rooms we want for the next visit.

I however, need to down another pot of coffee and run our 16 year-old to the clinic.  I guess we'll be ruling out strep or flu with her now.  It could be a virus.  Who knows.

Our 19 year-old starts college again today.  She's sort of excited I think.  She gets to wear "scrubs" to school.  

Oh, and speaking of that daughter, I came home to find she was already "shopping" around for two wethers for me.  I think we have located a few cuties.  I don't want to dive right back into dairy goats just yet, but we may be getting a few wethers soon.  They'll have plenty of pasture to eat down.






Comments

Mama Pea said…
What a lovely, lovely (surprise!) weekend! Gotta give the two of you a lot of credit. You seem to make it a point to get away together, just the two of you, which I'm sure energizes and keeps your marriage strong. Yay for getaways!! And thanks for giving all of us the tour!
Rain said…
I'm very envious of your trip, we are very much whisky lovers and my bf is a bourbon lover especially. Nice idea for a future trip for us once we get our passports renewed.
Susan said…
That, to me, is the absolutely PERFECT getaway! Thanks for 'taking us along'. I hope your daughter does not have strep and gets better soon. As for wethers? They are the cutest!
Mama Pea, it was a lot of fun. Five more couples joined at the B & B the last night we were there, so we has a nice breakfast with stories from the owners. I truly think Hubby is enjoying this date night stuff, ha ha! It was definitely not something for kids, considering all the tastings they provide, and the fact it was what I called "bourbon central."
Rain, if you get a chance to go, they have many distilleries. In fact they told us there are more barrels of bourbon in KY than there are people. I want to go back and tour Jim Beam and some other ones.
Susan, it was a wonderful trip.

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