I wake with pie on my mind. It’s quite simple: Derby pie for breakfast or no Derby pie at all – isn’t it terrible, these tests of respectability one must face whilst forever moving on the road? And what a test this is. Bacon ice cream accompanies a feast of pumpkin, chess, apple, meringue, keyContinue reading “Day Six: In Search of Pie”
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Day Five: Keep Louisville Weird
The one and only reason I insisted we pass through Louisville on our way to Nashville, was because of the food. It’s completely the fault of a certain Kentuckian cook on YouTube – a skinnier Paula Deen – who made the likes of fried cat fish and chess pie seem so appealing. With this inContinue reading “Day Five: Keep Louisville Weird”
Day Four: Gateway to the South
We’re late, late, late. The Greyhound leaves in a hour; I’m still trying to construct a sandwich from the hostel’s breakfast buffet; we don’t actually know how to get to the station; and MY GOD, how has my backpack put on 7 lbs? Somehow we manage to make it with 15 minutes to spare –Continue reading “Day Four: Gateway to the South”
To The Table 