My mission—to finish my new book.
My sustenance—my mother (a/k/a The Original Diva) has been cooking me fabulous meals.
My vino—my father (a/k/a The Wine Lover) has generously opened his well-stocked wine cellar.
It's possible that you've never heard of Floyd (and frankly many local Floydians would probably prefer to keep their idyllic mountain community a secret from the wider world). This little town is nestled in the Blue Ridge Mountains right off the Blue Ridge Parkway. It's the home of bluegrass, artists, cardinals (one just perched on the porch in all its crimson glory), farmers, and so much more.
The view alone (pictured above) tells the story of why I'm here. Though it was lovely last week, it's pouring down snow today due to a freakish cold front.
So excuse the hiatus this week—I've gone writing, as they say.
I'll be back with tons of new recipes just as soon as I wrap up this first draft. If all goes according to plan, this blessed event should occur sometime mid-week. Wish me luck!
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