Along the way, the rolling hills, mountains and acres of farmland call out to me, drawing me home. I think the mountains are in my DNA (I was born in the mountains of eastern Kentucky). But as I get closer to Bowling Green, the rolling fields of corn reach out to me, embracing me, giving me a sense of familiarity and peace .
I wish I could show you some photos. But each time I snap any, they never turn out as majestic as the actual view. I did try snapping a photo on a previous trip of one of the "See Rock City" signs on the side of a barn. It's situated beside a beautiful lake, and everything around it is so green. Unfortunately, the photo is taken while moving, and through a tinted, dirty windshield, and with the bridge in the foreground.
Zoom in and see if you can read the barn roof advertising Rock City. :) If you've ever driven along I-24 (and beyond!), you've seen the signs all over the place. It's fun to spot them, especially on barns. You can read the barn painting story (click here).
Since I was gone a good portion of this week, I only have my dad's cooking to share. For years, he's made us his homemade version of Egg McMuffins from McDonald's whenever we visit.
My dad and I made our version…
FIRST OFF, A SAFETY WARNING!! Do not singe off eyebrows while lighting gas stove!!! No, I don't cook with gas here, so it's always a learning curve when I go home. :)
Cook English muffins, split and buttered in a skillet. My dad has a weight to press them so they get crispy and YUMMY.
Fry an egg, trying to keep it muffin shaped.
Okay, so I didn't do so well cracking it into the skillet and keeping it round. My dad cut off the browned egg white to keep it round. Which was the best part! (Yes, I ate those edges!) And yes, I seem to get my perfectionist tendencies from my dad. :)
Top the muffin with a slice of American cheese. Then add sliced ham (we just use lunch meat or a baked ham, whatever we have available). This time, we used deli meat.
Now comes that nicely trimmed egg.
Top with the other half of the muffin and enjoy!
Oh, and here is the last bloom of my mom's peonies.