Finally time for lunch. I had grown quite thirsty on our Moss Mountain Farm tour. I was starting to get a little hungry, too.
Our tour group was led into the barn for lunch.
Each reserved table was set with lovely white roses.
We sat with some nice folks from Little Rock, Conway and Fort Smith, AR as well as Atlanta, GA.
The barn holds some of Allen’s paintings from his Squash series.
It felt pretty fancy for a barn! If only I could get our shed cleaned out, I’d have a place just like this. HA! Okay, maybe not JUST like it.
I love how antique farm tools were used as decoration.
Lunch was a bed of fresh, mixed greens topped with tomatoes, cucumbers, and grilled chicken.
I have a confession to make. I don’t like tomatoes. Tomato sauce, salsa, tomatoes cooked in soups I’m okay with all that. Well, as long as they are chopped up really small. I think it is a textural thing. When the plate showed up with all those beautiful tomatoes I got a lump in my throat knowing I was going to have to eat them. I tried not to turn my nose up too noticeably. Here I was, a food blogger, at a fancy farm! I’m supposed to love all vegetables, right? Sorry.
I decided to be a big girl and try my first grape tomatoes. Guess what–I kinda liked them! There was not as much slimy surface as on a slicer. I found them to be a little on the sweet side. Believe it or not, I ate almost all of them! I must say, I was proud of myself.
I also felt like I HAD to eat my salad before I dug into my dessert!
Buttermilk Pecan Pie with fresh whipped cream!
Here’s a closer look. Try not to drool on your screen, please.
As we finished our dessert, Laura, our guide, answered questions from the crowd while we waited for Allen to arrive from Little Rock.
We stepped out on the drive for our meet and greet time. Allen is such an expressive person, it is hard to grab a good picture of him.
I looks like he is telling us a fish tale here. More than likely he is telling us about his chickens and their “poultry palace”.
Next, it was time for photos and autographs in the gift shop.
Mom and I still had to see the chickens, roses, and vegetables in a matter of about 30 minutes! We made a dash to be first in line. Fortunately, Mom had made her cookbook purchases when we first arrived at the farm.
We zoomed down to the end-of-the-earth to see the chickens.
They were chickens.
It was interesting to see all the different varieties. It was dark, so that made it difficult to photograph.
I liked the chickens. I just was anxious to see the Rose Garden before our time was up.
We trudged back up the hill toward the rose garden. Allen was finished with autographs, so we stopped for one more picture. Earlier, I had only taken pictures of Mom. I decided I wanted one too.
Looks like navy gingham was a good choice!
On to the roses!