Ok guys. I have been totally negligent. Over the last couple weeks, I have done some very interesting blogworthy things, yet for some reason I haven't blogged about them...instead I blogged about eating children's cereal or mocking booby baring Halloween costumes. [Tangent: I have said this before, but it bears repeating. I can wax philosophical for eons about an episode of Bob's Burgers or the fact that Taylor Swift holds a pencil incorrectly in that Diet Coke ad, but I can't write about things that are actually big interesting events.] Now I kind of have to back track and remember the things that were really cool.
Two weekends ago, I went with my ginger to East Tennessee to visit his family and attend the Bristol Rhythm and Roots Reunion Festival, a 3 day festival of Americana and roots music. [Tangent: To some that are not Americana fans, this might seem super snooze-worthy, but their definition of Americana is pretty broad...and in previous years has been stretched to include acts like Dr. Dog and Deer Tick. ] It stretches down the main streets of Bristol (half in Tennessee/half in Virginia) and is super fun if you like the festival atmosphere, but also like to bathe and sleep indoors.
Anyway, when looking through my phone and pulling pictures for this blog, I realized a lot of my iPhone storage space was dedicated to indulgent things that I had eaten while in East Tennessee. [Tangent: I try very hard not to be one of "those people" that are constantly instagramming their meals....mostly because I have no patience and when food is placed in front of me, I consume it immediately, but some of the foods I consumed at the fest were too insane not to make into kodak moments.]
Each time we go up East, I make it a point to stop at Pal's in Kingsport. I don't know if its the fact that they refer to french fries as "frenchie fries" or the fact that you can literally get a industrial sized drum of tea (with a straw) for like $1, but I love it. And look how cute this location is. HELLO GIANT WEINER!
[Tangent: This could explain why I ate a corn dog nearly everyday I was there.] A funnel cake was a no brainer, but fried balls of mac and cheese? How could I turn that down? [Tangent: Truth be told, the mac and cheese balls of fried-ness were not the greatest, but I had to try.]
King of Pops, based out of Atlanta, who me and Jamie referred to as the popsicle fairy, because he seemed to materialize in a different location (convenient to us) whenever we wanted a snack. [Tangent: We started to feel like we had a telepathic connection with the guy, because more than once we would be craving one of the yummy frozen treats, but wouldn't feel like seeking out his mobile cart...then POOF!, not unlike Richard Marx- he was right there waiting. ] This vendor/mobile food cart dispensed really yummy natural gourmet popsicles. The orange basil was my favorites, but I sampled 4 of them and they were all good...even the spiced plum, which kind of tasted like a yankee candle...but a really delicious one.