A couple of weeks ago, my partner in crime Alice and I took a little road trip to the RC Cola and Moon Pie Festival in Bell Buckle, Tennessee.
Bell Buckle, population less than 500, is a wide spot in the road that, if it weren’t for this silly paean to the quintessential Southern snack, would be utterly unremarkable and garner no attention whatsoever. It’s a two-street town, centered at the intersection of a couple of rural two-lane blacktop highways on the way to nowhere.
This isn’t to say the town lacks a certain charm. There’s a quilt painted into the road on the main drag.
Plus the sheer whimsy of a festival devoted to a now fairly obscure carbonated cola and a chocolate-covered marshmallow sandwich speaks for itself, yes?
The parade was cute. Alice took these photos:
Naturally, we indulged in the delicacy being celebrated. I can’t remember the last time I had a Moon Pie, much less an RC Cola. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I saw RC Cola in the grocery store. Of course, I seldom shop the soda aisle, so it may be there, hidden somewhere among all the Pepsi and Coke products. Although I remember preferring RC Cola to Coke or even Pepsi when I was a kid, these days I’m a Pepsi drinker, if I drink a cola. (Unsweetened iced tea is my preferred beverage at restaurants; Dr. Pepper or root beer otherwise.) By the way, if you’re at all interested in RC Cola’s history and, specifically, how the Cola Wars of the 80s and the battle over artificial sweeteners affected the brand, take a gander at this Mental Floss article from April 2016. Also, if you can find the back issue, Rolling Stone published a big article on the Cola Wars sometime in the late 1980s. (This subject fascinates me, if you haven’t noticed.)
After the parade, we wandered around the festival booths. There were the usual souvenir T-shirt stands, kettle corn and hot dog stands, “vintage” or “bohemian” clothing booths, plus a couple of guys selling sunglasses and ball caps. We stopped at the hand-made dog treat booth where Alice indulged in special yum-yums for her baby. And we both stopped dead in our tracks at the booth with the yard critters made out of sheet metal.
Aren’t they precious? One of the triceratops belongs to Alice; the other triceratops and the flying pig (I know!) are mine. (They’re currently in the garage because I can’t make up my mind where to put them in the back yard.) This booth had all sorts of other critters I liked: flying pigs on stakes so you could position them above your shrubbery; giraffes; a T-Rex; so much more. I should have taken a photo of the booth itself, but I was so enraptured by the dinos and the pigs that I forgot.
By now you’re probably thinking, “Wait a minute, I thought this was a stash enhancement Saturday post. Where’s the new stash?”
Wait no more. After a few hours, we were done with the festival, and we headed up the road a little further to Murfreesboro and The Knaughty Knitter. Nice little store, easy access, good parking, sufficient and varied stock. I came away with two skeins of indulgence, Meadowcroft Dyeworks‘ Silk Traveler, in the Pisgah National Forest colorway. It’s gorgeous. I’m going to pair it with a skein of purple or maybe a green sockweight that I already own and turn it into a lace cardigan. Eventually. (In reality, these two skeins will probably sit in stash for about three years before I do something with them.)
In other news, I finally finished the Wildflower Cardigan. Photos and a blog entry coming soon. Also, more book reviews.