Austin to Lake Village Arkansas to Southwest Georgia to Stamford Connecticut to New York City to Austin. That is where I’ve been in the past 1.5 weeks.
I took a road trip with my brother from Austin to Arkansas. It’s a loooong drive, but we rocked out to music. And stopped for roadside snacks. You know you’re in Arkansas when the sunsets look like this.
Or when you see signs like this.
Or like this.
Crappie fishing near the Mississippi River.
I had no cell phone reception for days. My world felt strange and wonderful.
Oh, here is my crawfish eating tutorial from last year.
A man who is a master fish fryer came over and fried some fish. Because he is a master and it was the right thing to do.
His daddy won an award for his hush puppie recipe and we ate ‘em and they were good and the world felt right.
Do you have any idea where this picture is from?
How about now? If you read my last book, Food Heroes, you’ll appreciate this especially. It’s Rhoda. And her Hot Tamales and fried pies.
And then I visited Paul Michael’s workshop.
I’ve been there before and showed you what he builds and what he works on every day. It’s recycled beautiful things that he repurposes into furniture.
I loved this piece especially. It would be lovely in a bathroom full of linens and soaps and trinkets.
And the signs, oh the signs. The big Roundtop antique market is coming up and I think I’m going to do some American picking and get a sign or two.
They cut and fitted the glass, scraping at the grooves of the wood to fit it in just right.
Simplicity is a beautiful thing.
More juice soon from this whirlwind week and a half. For now, I’m headed to the airport!