Wednesday, October 26, 2011

My Memories Taste Like Turkey

As I mentioned earlier this week, Ty and I recently traveled to Arkansas to see our good friends Tuck and Megan. We love our Arkansas friends. A four-hour drive north and it feels like I've been dropped in a strange land with a different language and customs.

A few weeks later, we were watching "Country Strong" for the first time and simultaneously agreed that these two characters are spot-on Tuck and Megan.

He's rough and tumble. She's a Country Barbie. Ty and I exist somewhere in the middle. But it's fun to go up there, drive old trucks, drink beer, eat cornbread, sit on a front porch swing, play guitar and act like we belong.

Well, it's probably not much of an act. Fifty percent of both mine and Ty's genealogy comes from Arkansas. His mom's from Magnolia. My mom's from Camden. Maybe we're country strong after all!

When we make our trips to Arkansas, I only have one request. A stop at Burge's. We would always stop here on our way to my grandparents' house, and I've yet to find a turkey sandwich that can come close to this one. Since it's asinine to drive over an hour for a turkey sandwich, I strictly enforce a stop when we get to Lewisville. Hungry or not.

It's not much, but I love that this place hasn't changed since I was a kid. There's something comforting about going to a place that you've always loved and it's exactly the same as it was years ago.

The menu has grown and changed and there are lots and lots of delicious homemade options. But I don't even need to look at this board. I know my order before the car pulls out of Shreveport.

Here it is. Absolute heaven. It's simple, with just turkey, lettuce and mayo between warm, buttery sliced white bread. I add pickles. Trust me and add pickles if you like pickles. 

Ty ordered the BBQ sandwich, which I asked him to show me while he was driving.

Then I asked him to try to hold it still. I'm sure he finds me very charming in these moments. We ate our sandwiches, chased them with homemade fried pies (Ty did apple, I did cherry), and kept trucking our way northward to the tiny village of Guy.

Burge's, we hated to eat and run. Maybe I'll make a return visit soon. Humm ... exactly how crazy is it to drive over an hour for a turkey sandwich?

Monday, October 24, 2011

Don't Count Me Out

I've heard numerous times over the past month that people are wondering what happened to me and why I haven't been blogging. Well, don't check the obits just yet. I'm happy to report that I am alive and well and clawing my way out of this dark abyss called Launching a Company Web Site.

In addition to the Web site launch, I've been out of town to a few trade shows and sick for about two weeks.

Are you tired of hearing my excuses yet?

I have proof.

This is my old company Web site. If you have eyes, you can see it's a little skunky and dried up.

This is my new company Web site. I think it's sexy. ... well, as sexy as a Web site can be. It was a lot of hard work and I'm glad she's up and running.

So, where do we go from here? You've heard my excuses. You've seen the fruits of my labor. I guess the logical next step would be to share some blurry cell phone pictures recapping my life over the past month.

Starting with the barn party Ty and I attended in Guy, Arkansas, a few weeks back. Let's run down the list of eventful things that happened.

1. I met a one year old wearing Usher cologne.
2. I saw a guy try to jump over a bonfire and land in the middle of it.
3. I ate the best cornbread of my life. 

Ty and Tuck (the reason we went to Arkansas) playing guitar and singing at the barn party. I would do this every weekend if I had a barn. 

This is Tootsie Roll. You've not lived until you've watched a sunset on a porch swing with a beagle. Just the facts of life.

This is a good depiction of the laziness that takes place around my house on a daily basis. I was home sick last week, and very slyly captured this picture of our dogs. They're worthless until the mailman comes by each day.

This was mine and Ty's third year to go to Brew, an annual beer festival in downtown Shreveport. But we've never had the pleasure of having so many friends there, too. It was such a fun group and a great day/night on the town with our close friends.

My dining chair slip covers finally arrived! They're a little wrinkled in this picture, but you get the effect. Once I get curtains made, a rug purchased and pictures hung, I can check this room off my list. It's hard to believe that in March, we were doing this. And why is there always a lazy dog in my pictures?

That's all I've got for now. I promise to have more updates, more frequently!