09/01/2026
After the absolute WHIRLWIND that was last week, baking for Norene on Friday, baking for the Farmstand on Saturday, then turning around and baking AGAIN for my Market Wagon drop yesterday, I was approximately 97% dead. 😂
But when family comes to town and one of them has never been to Nashville, apparently REST IS FOR THE WEAK.
So…we caffeinated and headed to Broadway. 😂🤠
And y’all, we had ourselves a DAY.
Grammy Sue somehow ended up getting slung around on the sidewalk dancing with a random cowboy from Utah outside Nudie’s. Because OF COURSE SHE DID. 😂 I swear I cannot take this woman anywhere.
We wandered Broadway and had a fabulous lunch at Garth Brooks’ Friends in Low Places.
After lunch we wandered over to Ole Red, sat for a spell and listened to some great up and coming artists on the stage, did a little shopping and I enjoyed a VERY well deserved margarita. 🍹😂
Then we headed over to the Country Music Hall of Fame, and the very first exhibit we walked into was Dolly.
Ohhhhh, y’all. ❤️
It was beautiful. It was moving. It was bittersweet. And I may or may not have gotten a little misty eyed more than once.
We wandered around the museum, danced when the music called for it, laughed a LOT, and Grammy Sue got her picture next to the display of her cousin, the one and only James Burton. How freaking cool is that?! ❤️
Before heading home, we stopped by Dolly’s star on the Music City Walk of Fame and saw the little memorial people have made for her.
That one got me. ❤️
So basically, I survived today on an irresponsible amount of caffeine, one very necessary margarita, stubbornness and family love. 😂
And you know what?
TOTALLY WORTH IT.
Because the bread will still need baking. The orders will still need filling. There will ALWAYS be something that needs doing around Three Dog Acre.
But your people are here NOW.
So sometimes you put down the dough, leave the flour on the counter, pile everybody in the car and go make some dang memories. ❤️
And then came the sweetest little ending to the whole dang day.
On our way back to the Acre, we stopped at the Norene General Store for my usual Tuesday check. Every Tuesday I stop in and pull any sourdough that’s reached the end of the window I’m comfortable leaving it on the shelf. I was fully prepared to find a loaf or two waiting for me.
Except…
THERE WASN’T A SINGLE ONE.
Y’ALL CLEANED ME OUT. 😭❤️
After the baking marathon that was the last few days, and after such a wonderful day making memories with my family, walking in and seeing an empty Three Dog Acre bread shelf was just about the sweetest way I could have ended this day.
Seriously, y’all. Thank you. ❤️
And now we’re back at the Acre, officially running on fumes and operating on approximately TWO brain cells. 😂 Tonight’s agenda consists of enjoying my family and doing as close to ABSOLUTELY NOTHING as I can possibly manage, with a w**e glass firmly planted in my hand. 🍷
Thursday…these hands go right back in the dough.
But tonight, this very tired and very grateful baker is OFF THE CLOCK. 🍷❤️🐾🌾