Biscuits, Chocolate, Beer and a Doodad

One morning, we head to a strange little place in Asheville called Biscuit Head for breakfast.

As you might of guessed, the main fare was biscuits, But BOY! What a biscuit!

They had a good price on a pitcher of grapefruit mimosa. I figured the pitcher was small. I figured wrong. They used an entire bottle of champagne then a little grapefruit juice. We were, however, up to the task.

The pictures on the restroom were interesting.

From there we head downtown, find a place to park and take a walking tour. Asheville has a lot of old buildings and churches that are interesting.

Its starting to rain a bit, so Ky finds us a good place to duck in until the rain passes. Ky likes chocolate.

I don’t know why, but Asheville is famous for having a lot of micro-breweries, so we go off in search of the Asheville Brewing Company.

I have a beverage while hunter relaxes a bit from all this walking.

Ky kicks back a cold one to wash down the chocolate.

On another day, would you believe that the Saint wants to go see the Biltmore estate AGAIN. Prior to coming here this year, Tree bought an annual pass so that she could go as often as she wants and she is determined to get her monies worth. Me, I toured the house last year and while interesting, once was enough and certainly not worth $50 a pop. But anyway, I drop Thee Saint off at the estate and I head over to the winery to wait. I can think of a lot worse places to wait than a winery. After Thee Saint summons her chariot, I return to the estate to pick her up. We obtained a “drop off” pass that lets me go right up to the front door of the estate. I also think a lot of people thought the Goose was part of the attractions there.

Afterwards, we head back to the Antler Village farm area. There, among various agriculture demonstrations, was a blacksmith making items. For demonstration, he makes a key chain doodad and I had seen part of this demonstration last year but didn’t buy the doodad. By doodad, I’m referring to the charm like thing that one puts on a keychain. I wanted to call it a fob but management (Thee Saint) tells me that fob only refers to those devices that will lock and unlock your car. Se tells me it is called a charm. We men don’t have charms, so I am going to call it a doodad. I later regretted not seeing the full demonstration or buying the doodad last year. He makes the key chain fob, then offers it for sale.

Of our previous visits to Biltmore this year, I would drop by the blacksmith shop but it was closed. Today, he was in so before a demonstration even began, I told him I traveled over a 1,000 miles to come back here and the next doodad he made was mine.

The finished product.
Expert craftsmanship and I watched the making of it from a rod of steel. I am quite proud of my key chain doodad.

After the making of my doodad, the blacksmith treats us to a anvil melody. He actually plays a tune with hammers Striking the anvil. I took a video but wifi at my current location is too weak to upload a vide. So for now, you will have to believe me.

Before we leave Biltmore for the day, we stop at Cedric’s for a refreshing beverage then tour around a bit. Guess what! There are flowers that Thee Saint likes to look at.