Have I mentioned my love for bourbon? Oh, I have? Many times? Well, my bad—I don’t know if it’s the Southern in me or just because it tastes so darn good, but I currently have an embarrassingly large collection of Bulleit bottles accumulating in the cabinet from this year alone that are going to make excellent vases in our new (old) Victorian home.
I blame my California friends Leah and Simon—for whom we all made the ultimate sacrifice to drink as much Bulleit as possible in a short amount of time to collect empty bottles for their wedding table displays (martyrs, we are)—for the obsession. Prior to my discovery of Bulleit, I never understood how people actually liked alcohol. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a fancy cocktail as much as the next 21st century girl, but strip it of its fruitiness, and I would not sip down the alcohol solo. Blech.
And then bourbon came into my life. Let’s just say if Camels & Chocolate ever procreated, the result would likely be Bourbon & Fainting Goats (followed inevitably by that pesky younger sibling, Cupcakes & Heilan’ Coos). In other words, this is a serious love affair—not merely a passing fling.
So naturally, I was bummed that I couldn’t make a return trip a couple hours north to the annual Bourbon Festival in Kentucky this week. Six days of booze, food and entertainment in the laid-back South? What’s not to love?! Plus, it’s National Bourbon Heritage Month, y’all!
And also? Kentucky is just plain drop-dead gorgeous.
Maybe, next year I’ll cancel all else so I can go. I think bourbon and I are to the point in our relationship where one of us needs to start making a few sacrifices—and I’m guessing that someone is going to have to be me.
I’m going to have to give bourbon a try. Bottoms up,
I recommend Bulleit (obvs), but also love Woodford Reserve, Four Roses, Maker’s Mark and many others!
I used to be a scotch drinker. Now I’m just a light weight.
Scott has me drinking a little scotch, too, on occasion (mainly when we’re out of bourbon). That’s become his bourbon equivalent since we’ve moved back here!
I’ve never been able to figure out the sipping of alcohol, but maybe I’ll have to give bourbon a try. You know, when we’re done draining the keg of beer in our kitchen.
Also? Love the picture in the copper pot.
(Confession: I mix it with a wee bit of ginger ale. SO GOOD.)
I know it’s Tennessee sour mash whiskey and not bourbon, but I’ve always been partial to George Dickel.
George Dickel is from my hometown! Before I met Bulleit, that was always my go-to (and still one of my favorites).
Never had it, at this point I think I just need to reserve my bourbon virginity until I can try it with you!
I think that’s wise. And if you don’t immediately love it, well… I’ll hold your hand and continue to feed you shots until they taste good =)
Sounds like a plan!
True story: I’ve lost whole hours of my day watching baby goats and fainting goats on YouTube do silly goat stuff. They make me laugh harder than anything else I’ve ever seen and I don’t exactly know why other than the fact that goats are hilarious.
The only reason I’m partially bummed that our original house (with the camel for a neighbor) fell through is because it was on five acres, and not only were we going to get chickens, but I totally planned on adopting a goat for Ella to have as a pet/companion.
What AWESOME shots!
Not an alcohol person, but loved the shots of Kentucky 🙂
You can totally visit Kentucky without drinking a sip of bourbon! There’s plenty of other stuff to see (and take photos of)!
Swede and I will happily join you next year for the Bourbon Festival. 😉
Absolutely beautiful. I’m really wanting to visit the USA one day and Kentucky is well near the top of my spots I want to see. Beautiful country scenery and I imagine lovely people with great hospitality.
Great photos, makes me miss being in the South (I’m a Texas boy). Are you a Tennessee or Kentucky bourbon girl yourself?