My Kentucky Derby

Every year since we’ve graduated college, the hubs and I have spent Derby with one of his closest friends, Alan.  Our Derby adventures back in the day were, well, adventures.  Alan’s home was close to Churchill Downs and you never knew who would show up or if you would end up somewhere else or when you’d go home or if you’d end up in a hot tub.  But the days of endless hotdogs without buns, tapped kegs and Poppycock caramel corn is behind us.

Now we put our camping chairs in a circle in a suburban driveway, drink bottled beer and have too many homemade delicious snacks to choose from.  The annual Kentucky Derby party has gotten a wonderful makeover as we’ve gotten older, but I think all credit goes to Alan’s wife, Martha.  She’s continued to let us come over and their home reflected her decorative touch to get everyone in the mood for the big horse race.




The pineapple chutney was soooo yummy.


Cheesecake stuffed strawberries.  Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.


Mini tacos, don’t mind if I do.


Somebody went to Muth’s.  Which made somebody else smile.  (That’d be me. I love Muth’s!)


These babies are cookie dough truffles.  The only thing in the entire house that was totally consumed.  So delicious.  I ate way too many. 


Of course after I took these, I set my camera down and started chit-chatting with friends, stuffing my face with salsa and mini tacos and cookie dough truffles, asking Martha every 15 minutes when the beef tenderloin would be done and squishing limes into bottles of Corona.  I took no more pictures that day.  None of all the friends that showed.  None of everyone huddled in their living room cheering on their horse.  None of Jeff and Laura smiling big after winning both the $2 and $5 pot.  None of me feeling miserable after eating too much, making myself step away from my over-piled plate that could have been referred to as a trough.  But even though I’m thankful there’s no photographic proof that I ate like a little piggy, I’m OK with not having more photos.

We had another enjoyable year of spending time with friends, recalling old stories and watching the 138th running for the roses on television.  Who says you have to be at Churchill Downs to enjoy the Kentucky Derby?  I say if you a good crowd, that’s all you need.

But the addition of cookie dough truffles don’t hurt either.

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May 7, 2012 - 9:03 am

katie ohhhhhhh! - God that looks good. I remember a time, not too long ago, a dear friend sent me a Derby package of goodies. I wonder if I can beg that dear friend to send me a batch of bourbon balls again. ;)

May 7, 2012 - 10:57 am

Omawarisan - Hot dogs gave way to cheesecake stuffed strawberries? I like hot dogs, but that’s a step up!

May 7, 2012 - 11:48 am

Susan - Now *that’s* how you celebrate derby. Yowza.

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