Easter In the Mountains

This year we got to spend Easter in Pigeon Forge, TN. Why Pigeon Forge, you ask? Where else would I have learned that there are 1,001 ways to cook with Jello - and not just dessert, that my cousin is on her way to Laser Tag championship status, or that sometimes the hardest jellybeans to find are those right there in front of your face!?

Mom and Aunt Jon rented a cabin up in the Smokies - fully equiped with a hot tub and a pool table! We knew the Easter bunny wasn't skipping this house :) Aunt Jon brought Gram and Great-Grandma's recipes for some serious sorting and organization.

In between amazement at the number of Jello and Spam recipes, I learned a lot about my family. Stories that are priceless. It's intriguing to learn about the lineage from which you come.

Eater morning started with a run through the foothills, a breakfast

of pancake puffs (that make really great eyes and a nose for smiley faces) and an expert level jellybean hunt. Easter wouldn't be Easter without the jellybean hunt.

Then it was back to Atlanta to begin real life in the city all over again!