(Wow. It's been awhile since I posted and the sight has a whole new look. Hope I can manage!)
Hubby and I just completed two weeks of vacation in the south. By that I mean Kentucky and Tennessee. As my ardent followers know, since retirement I have lost about 25 pounds through exercise and a lot of watching what I eat. But two weeks of eating my way through my home state and its neighbor almost "done me in" to quote Eliza.
Let's recap. Hush puppies. Is there anything better than a hush puppy. Apparently they are the perfect accompaniment to a fish dinner in the south. I ate about six of them across two meals of catfish and trout. Fried pieces of cornbread. Yum.
I ate quite a few pig parts at our B&B breakfasts (Eight Gables in Gatlinburg, TN). Monday: sausage patties; Tuesday: sausage links; Wednesday: bacon; Thursday: pork chops. Poor porker. Mr. Piggy came with a healthy dose of fruit and bread (i.e. muffins, banana bread), scrambled eggs and some kind of carbo delight. Monday: Blueberry waffle; Tuesday: Banana nut pancake; Wednesday: Cinnamon French toast stuffed with cream cheese; Thursday: Cheesy Hash brown potatoes. To give myself some credit, I generally only tasted Mr. Porker, then offered the rest to Hubby who wolfed it down.
We did exercise. Walked about twenty miles over the course of three days, a lot of it uphill, in the great Smoky Mountain National Park. Lunch was a packed sandwich, pretzels and apple. Not bad.
Then we had dinner. Other than the hush puppies and maybe a serving or two of coleslaw, I maintained some control. We always said no to dessert at the restaurants. Brave, huh? Actually, no...our B&B provided dessert every night. Monday: Chocolate Cake with Peanut Butter/Chocolate frosting; Tuesday: Paula Dean's Sour Cream Pound Cake; Wednesday: Coconut Cream Frosted Yellow Cake; Thursday: Key Lime Bars. I ate every morsel.
It was hot too and you know a beer tastes mighty good when it's hot and you're in the south and the sweat is dripping. I had a few.
But I'm back home now so I'm under control. If only I could figure out what to do with that 1/2 pound of Cherry Nut Chocolate Fudge I bought in Gatlinburg.