She was lovely and it started my day off right!īecause we got there before the crowds of people…or even just another person…we took advantage of having several fresh bakeries at our fingertips and we stopped for a little breakfast. She was running to the Food Network studios, which are on the second floor of Chelsea Market, but she stopped and talked with us for about 10 minutes about Bean and the Pioneer Woman and how she wished she had some make up on. (Not really on the fire breathing leprachaun thing actually.)īut you know what we did find in Chelsea Market? We found Melissa d’Arabian from the Food Network! I watched her on The Next Food Network Star and she was always my favorite. There are fresh veggies and fruit and a fish monger and a fire breathing leprachaun.
#PIONER WOMAN BLOG FULL#
The market is full of small, independent, gourmet cafes and specialty food shops. We got to Chelsea Market and, much like the roads, it was pretty quiet in there. I don’t think he believed me, but he hung in there like a champ. I covered him with 10,000 blankets and promised him ponies if he could just hang in there for a few minutes while we crossed the street and headed into the market.
I finally gave up on the sling and threw Bean in his stroller instead. And Bean didn’t budge.Īs you can see, I brought my double chin along with me. Not only because I wasn’t sure where we were going and if a stroller would fit, but also because it was freezing outside (try 20 degrees…) and I thought it would be warmer.īut apparently either Bean or I had put on some weight since the last time we tried the sling thing because I could not fit him into the sling to save his life or mine. I originally planned to put Bean in his sling for our adventure. We parked the car at a lot across the street from Chelsea Market. Once I got in the car and in the city, I was so darn excited to meet PW I didn’t even care what time of day it was. Its one of our most obvious differences.īut I didn’t care how early it was. Okay, so it was also thanks to the fact that Chris got us up so freaking early that there was absolutely no traffic on the roads. Thanks, babe.īy some minor act of God, we actually made it out of the house and to NY in record time, thanks – in no small part – to my mad driving skills in Manhattan. Which is why Bean and I look so happy in this 5:00 AM photo.
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Which is why at 5:00 AM – before even the Bean cracked his eyeballs open – he was violently pushing me out of bed. I thought we’d roll out of the house around 9:00ish. Ree was signing at a bookstore in the Chelsea Market and she was starting at 11:00 AM. Almost too willingly.īut that’s another blog post for another day.
(And I think he was personally saddened when she recently dyed it a lovely shade of brunette…) So, fear not. So you don’t think that I dragged Chris along, Chris reads PW almost more than I do. We live about an hour and a half outside of Manhattan and so Chris and I packed up the Bean, grabbed my copies (yes, that would be multiple copies…), and headed down to New York to meet THE Pioneer Woman. To buy Ree’s cookbook from, click HERE.Īs part of her cookbook signing tour, Ree visited New York on Saturday. From her blog, Ree recently came out with a cookbook full of vivid images of her life on the ranch mixed in with recipes that are heartwarming to read about and belly-filling to feast on. Its her cooking page that seems to be getting the most attention these days (although I am still loyal to her main personal blog myself). Part of Ree’s blog is a cooking page where she shares mouthwatering recipes, complete with pictures of food that will make you want to stop whatever you are doing and eat. She’s like the Oprah of the blogging world. While her life is not extraordinary, her positive view on life and her ability to find the humor in the everyday makes her instantly uplifting and incredibly down to earth. Her blog follows her daily life on the farm raising her four kids, a bunch of cows, a lot of horses, some herbs and flowers, and a basset hound named Charlie. She married Marlboro Man and moved to his cattle and horse ranch in the middle of Oklahoma. She lived in Los Angeles on sushi and wine in three inch heels when she met a cowboy, who she calls Marlboro Man. Not that she needs any introduction at all.
For those of you who aren’t so into the blogging world, allow me to introduce you to The Pioneer Woman.
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