I am sitting at home, with my breakfast in front of me. It’s my inspiration for today’s post, actually. Chocolate coffee in my brown mug that has “chocolate” spelled on the front of it (a gift from my niece) and four fudge stripe cookies. True story. Not a breakfast of champions by any means but if I’m going to tell you about the Chocolate Festival, I need chocolate. Excuse me, this cookie needs eating.
So my gal Abby had this great idea (not being facetious, it really is a great idea) to try to see more of our home state this year. She’s researched wineries and town festivals and bourbon tours – all things that are easy on the pocketbook and within two hours of Louisville. Like I said, a great idea. So when she mentioned a day trip with the ladies and chocolate in the same sentence, I was game. A little worried, mind you, that we were traveling to Maysville and I had no flippin idea where Maysville was but it was game on. She had said chocolate.
The Chocolate Festival had things I expected and things I did not. I expected vendor booths, small town Main Street, friendly people that liked to talk. I didn’t expect to walk through so many antique and thrift shops, to hear the history of furniture and buildings in the town, or there to be a tremendous lack of chocolate. The Chocolate Festival did not have chocolate, people. OK, well maybe five booths out of 30 had sweets (and two of those were cake balls, not the hard stuff). You could buy hair bows galore, wind chimes, handmade kitchen towels, used cast iron skillets. Hell, you could even buy a carousel horse. But the thing the festival (if we can call it a festival) is named after was scarce. I think someone forgot to send the memo.
Let’s be honest here. All I wanted was a chocolate fountain. A fountain of melted, sweet, rich brown chocolate to put my face in. It didn’t happen. *sad face* We of course made the best of it – just spending time with the ladies satisfied me. But a chocolate fountain would have made it even better. I guess that’s small town Kentucky for ya.
Sweet ride, huh? Wait until you see the rims on this thing.
Did someone order a classic with a side of honky tonk? To be honest, I think it gives it more personality.
We did have a good time. But we still decided to redeem our road trip for chocolate on the way home.
Just a quick stop in Newport, Kentucky…
I’ll let you guess which one was Abby’s.