It’s 4:30 a.m. and I’m dressed and packed—though bleary eyed—and headed for the airport. I’m off to Blackberry Farm in Tennessee. I’m “collecting” on my Christmas gift given to me by my kids: a stay at this gorgeous, mountainous getaway. (No, it’s not a place to stash mentally infirmed food bloggers.) The 9,000-acre farm is located 25 miles south of Knoxville and offers such pastimes as trail riding, fishing, hiking, shooting, boating, biking, painting, gardening, eating and cooking. Guess which I’m signed up for?
Tom and Lisa have been there before and think it’s heaven on earth. I’ll be posting all about this foodie haven, when I return.
The Blackberry Farm website promises that I will be “rejuvenated” by my stay and “feel like a kid again.” Hmm. . . there must be something in the air, water or wine cellar I need to know more about. But these rockers are empty. That’s a good sign 🙂
