Dear East Texas,
You have really delivered lately. First, the Blue Hole and now the Blueberry Festival!
Walker and I woke up early Saturday morning and headed to the oldest town in TX to celebrate a fruit that neither of us consider a favorite, but I think we both have a newfound fondness. We waited in a 45 min line for blueberry pancakes, which I now believe to be the best I’ve ever had! Street vendors lined the downtown square selling everything from homemade ice cream to homemade wooden guns.
Dogs paraded their way down the street to their costume contest in the nearby park. When you see a bulldog in a tutu, a tiny dog in a tiny sombrero, and a 2-week-old baby goat, you just know you are in the right place.
We left with 4 pints of blueberries, a little less money and a little more appreciation for the deep east.
See you next year, The McWilliams