Mrs. G. had the good fortune of staying with three different derfs each of her nights in Charlottesville Virginia. They were all longtime readers and especially special to Mrs. G., so she was grateful to have one on one, intimate time with all of these women.
The first woman she stayed with was ~Annie. She is the cutie on the far right with the ponytail and glasses. She is hanging with (from left to right) the elusive Suburban Correspondent, sweet Janet (Not Beehive), and the fetching Patience.
Carol is standing by ~Annie and Patience and talking about Mother Mary knows what with Leslie. Leslie looks pretty interested though, doesn't she?
There was food and more food and even more food. And it was all good.
Patience made what she called caramelized bacon and what Mrs. G. called Fifty Shades of Pork Sex in a Bowl. You can find the recipe here. If you are currently without a romantic partner, keep this stuff around and you will not give a tinker's dam. This stuff fulfills needs, real needs, people.
Jen, hugger and hostess extraordinaire on night two, and her darling, hospitable husband Pete.
More dessert, courtesy of Carol.
Derf chat covered everthing from baking to blogging to kids to Tom Cruise to smutty books to you don't even want to know.
Night number three was spent with Leslie and her husband John. Leslie grew these veggies in her garden and bought the juniper berried elixir from the Watch Your Troubles or Your Marriage or Liver Melt Away Store.
Leslie took Mrs. G. on a brief tour of her farming community. This local spot sells a little bit of everything.
Including the peach cider donuts mentioned earlier.
And, of course, plain old, luscious peaches.
And mutant peaches.
And juicy plums.
Then Leslie and Mrs. G. took Johnny on a tour. This is Mrs. G's ode to the Bloggess. If you haven't read her book, what are you, as Jenny Lawson would say, fucking waiting for. Get to your local book store fucking yesterday and buy the fucker or Jenny's going to eat your fucking baby.
Johnny visited the local convent where the nuns make gouda cheese. Hi Leslie. We can see you. There were no nuns around hurt during the taking of this photo.
Johnny drove the tractor in Leslie's apple orchard.
He hopped on the old tire swing.
This is Leslie and John on their wedding day. John is a surgeon and, yet, still has great sense of humor.
This is Leslie and John a frillion years later. They're good people and Mrs. G. is honored to have stayed with them.
Thank you times three, ladies! Each night, like you, was special.