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I have #LoafLove for Tillamook Cheese

IMG_20130317_145436Growing up, I was not a cheese fan. Well, I liked cheese, but I couldn’t call myself a fan for two reasons: One, I’m lactose intolerant. So cheese just didn’t love me back. Two, I liked melted cheese, but you’d NEVER find me just cutting a chunk off a brick of cheese to eat. I just didn’t like the taste.

The discovery of a good lactose intolerance pill took care of the first problem. The second was solved when my now-husband introduced me to the cheese made in his hometown of Tillamook, Oregon.

Growing up in Central Texas. The only creamery I was familiar with was Blue Bell. (And let me tell you, when Blue Bell made it to Nashville around the time I moved to Nashville… I was ecstatic.) And even that was just ice cream. I’d never even HEARD of Tillamook Cheese at that time. He urged me to try it, though, and suddenly I found a cheese I truly and genuine LIKE. Its not unusual for me to go to our kitchen and slice off a couple chunks off a baby loaf for a snack. This fact still baffles ME.

On visits to see family in Oregon, we make sure to swing by the cheese factory and load up on goodies. Luckily, Tillamook Cheese can now be found in Texas and (at a premium cost) in Tennessee. IMG_20130317_145746So any time I am in Texas, I try to grab a few bricks to bring back with me. And of course, we fly some of the specialty cheeses from the factory.

I heard about the Loaf Love Tour already a couple years ago. Tillamook Cheese bringing their goodness across the country. Free samples and fun times with their minibuses. I HAD to go.

Only, the tour was always in Texas when I was in Tennessee. And I have yet to see them make it to Tennessee. (If they have, it flew under my radar.) So I kept missing out.

Until yesterday. Yesterday, they were in Waco, TX. An easy drive from my parent’s house, where I happen to be right now. So I went, and I was LITERALLY as excited as a kid at Christmas.

See… my husband and I totally get into things that interest one another. He rocks Texas A&M shirts constantly, and he’ll chat up an Aggie almost faster than I will. He’s versed in the traditions, etc. and I say he’s an Aggie by marriage.

Similarly, I am ALL ABOUT Tillamook Cheese. His high school mascot was the Cheesemakers. His hometown is known across the country for their cheese. It’s a popular tourist destination, and when I tell people, “Oh that’s my husband’s hometown.” I say it with pride for him. I love talking about the cheese factory!  So today… it meant a lot to me.

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Mine and my husband’s worlds colliding. Tillamook Cheese and H-E-B. Oregon and Texas. LOVE

Inside the store, I got cheese samples and I got to meet two lovely ladies, Ashley and April, who I stood and talked to for quite awhile. It was so awesome to meet them and get to talk about Oregon and the factory. They mentioned they might come to Nashville later this year, and I told them to look me and my husband up if they do. And I sincerely hope they will!!

Before I left, I of course had to take lots of pictures of the bus.

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Definitely check out the Loaf Love Tour if it comes to your area and give Tillamook Cheese a taste. I think its delicious, and if all the Ambassadors are even half as nice and friendly as Ashley and April… you’re guaranteed to leave with a smile on your face.  Also, let me know if you go and what you think!

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At the hop

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Do the stomp and even stroll it
At the hop...

Saturday night, the bar where I work had a Sock Hop in honor of the couple that has pretty much adopted all of us transplants to Nashville who call that bar our second home. They both were turning 55 within days of each other, and, as such, we celebrated with a Sock Hop!

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I’ll be honest, when the idea first came up months ago, I went, “Uh… huh. Right. A sock hop.” Too bad I wasn’t still in elementary school, when I regularly rocked a poodle skirt and saddle shoes. (No really, I did! I just don’t have a picture here to share of that… darn it.) But alas, I no longer had that outfit, and I was baffled what I would do to dress ’50s style. So, I have to admit, I kind of ignored that it was going to happen at all.

I briefly planned to get my mom to help me make a poodle skirt while I was home for Christmas, but really… really? Who has time to add MORE to the Christmas festivities!? That didn’t happen.

Before I knew it, I had only a few days to get my outfit together. A friend mentioned that there were vintage stores around town, so I decided to Google “vintage stores Nashville.” That search eventually led me to Hip Zipper, a vintage store in East Nashville. I seriously fell in love with this store. GREAT vintage items at excellent prices (in my opinion)… and everything is of quality.  I will DEFINITELY be back.

I scored a grey skirt and a cuuuute pink sweater/shrug to wear. I paired that with a pink and a white tank top, a necklace that was my grandmother’s, a headband I bought years ago from Victoria’s Secret (but had never worn!), bright red lipstick and my hair in a mess of curls. A friend in the middle of the evening loaned me a pair of cat-eye glasses. I think I looked awesome:

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I have to admit, this just sparked a deep down love for everything 50s for me. It’s made me want to go in that direction a bit more style-wise. I feel a little bad for my Pinterest followers the last few days being inundated with cute 50s dresses that I love and want now.

Anyway, I ended up having an absolute blast! I worked hard (my legs let me know all night long that I wore unsupportive shoes!), but also had the opportunity to play a little bit here and there, too. The night was filled primarily with regulars and “family” who came to wish the couple a Happy Birthday.

We did get a quick photo of all the ladies that usually work behind the bar… I so love this photo.

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I don’t just see a group of bartenders and friends here… I see smart, strong, successful women. All amazing in their own rights and in their own ways. They each inspire me, and to get this shot on such a fun night… just makes me SO happy.

In fact, that being said… I went into the evening a bit leery. I really did. But in the end, I found myself smiling from ear to ear to see all these people — all these successful adults — let their hair down, travel back in time to when life was simpler, and just have FUN.

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I remember in high school, you’d find yourself compelled to “act like an adult” and I remember even Halloween being snubbed as “childish” and “silly.” Its funny how its taken growing up to realize that sometimes, acting like an adult means knowing exactly when NOT to take yourself so seriously. It’s knowing when and how to enjoy yourself and the people around you. Especially at the hop.