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Two Old Crows, Tupelo, MS (2026)

I look for things that are unique, and then check the price. If the price is too high, I take a picture (either in my mind or with my camera) and then go about the task of remaking or finding in another store something similar or just as uncommon as what I saw, minus the hefty price tag. Sometimes that works; sometimes it is an epic fail. I love the hunt as much as I love the unconventional items

I find. Nothing warms the cockles of my heart more than to find the perfect conversation piece at a discounted price. My daddy was the one who started this trend. I remember when I was young, he would find something he wanted to purchase and he would ask the store owner, “I see the price, but what will you take for it?” More times than not, he would walk away with the item at a fraction of the stamped price. It used to embarrass me a bit, but after ten or so years of watching him ‘deal’, I became accustomed to it. I have scoured garage sales and flea markets my entire life. Though many people may find this a grungy way to decorate or dress, I always find something out of the ordinary that screams, “This is so me!”

My dear husband (AKA/The second Old Crow) has put up with me and my finds for over 32 years. Whenever something new would instantly appear in the house, he would say, “Where did you get that?” My reply was usually, “At a garage sale.” I know he was skeptical on many occasions, but I swear before my public that usually, that is exactly where it came from. To this day, anything new for our home that he did not personally suggest or see purchased bares the guess brand. No, not Guess as you know it, but the, “Guess you got that at a garage sale for $5.00?” Truth be known, these days it is difficult to find anything for $5.00 even at a yard sale, but I can promise you, it was not too far from that price if I bought it. Over the years, many of my friends have asked me where I purchased certain things and I was always more than happy to share my secret shopping places with them. In fact, I would usually share the information even if I was not asked. I delight in half price sales and I am the reigning, Queen of the Coupon. I love it so much; I decided to let all of you know the deals I find at home and while traveling. I constantly strive to find out-of-the-way shops that carry merchandise you do not see in every store. Most of these are locally owned, but sometimes the chain stores will surprise you with fabulous sales and events. It is my goal to be deemed ‘different’ in what I wear and what I have in my home. I hope you find something that you ‘fancy’ and in turn, I hope it makes you feel fancy. An important note: none of the shops I write about are paying me to say nice things about them. I will merely write about and post pictures of cool things for sale at great prices. I hope you enjoy this old crow and the nest of goodies I find along the way. Let me know if you visit these special spots and feel free to post pictures of the treasures you find there!

04/13/2020

It is Well with my Soul
By: Wanda Anderson Pearson

Easter 2020 was unlike any Easter I have ever experienced. It was the first time in 60 years I was not seated in a church pew. It was the first time in many years I have not bought and worn new spring attire. It was the first time in 13 years our grandchildren were not sitting in church with us. It was the first time I was not seated at a table brimming with a feast and my family members. Weeks before this most Holy of holidays, it was not really ‘well with my soul’. I had always relished this time of being surrounded by family, and going to church. And truthfully? I did not know if I could bear the absence of it all.

Though this year was not a lot of what I had always experienced, it became something I needed. You see? In years past, the bulk of my Easter festivities transpired mostly on Easter Sunday, but not this year. This year I spent seven full days in steady prayer and preparation, celebrating the life, death, and resurrection of our Lord; not just one single day.
My Monday began by watching our church’s daily devotionals; they were all so wonderful and inspiring. Then, one devotional led to another, and another, and another; I suppose I must have watched six or seven different services on this day! We Zoomed our Wednesday night Bible Study and it was so refreshing to see our church family face to face. Thursday brought with it continued devotionals, and Friday, many of our local pastors teamed up and supplied us with studies on last seven words of Jesus. These lasted, on and off, most of the day. On Silent Saturday, our church held an online, candlelight vigil which was both beautiful and meaningful. Then, on Super Sunday, the day our Lord rose from the grave, our church had three services, all of which I watched with much anticipation and joy. Later in the day, Andrea Bocelli gave a concert, Music for Hope, Live from Duomo di Milano on YouTube. The scenery and song were absolutely breath-taking.

What a gift to have a church that cares and watches for their flock as closely as ours does. How glad I am we have technology that makes it possible to continue our worship outside of our beloved church house. How delighted I am that not just our church, but so many hundreds of others, have mastered the art of online worship. How grateful I am that I am able to spend so many hours hearing the scriptures and watching services from other denominations.

I phoned my sweet mama early Sunday morning to wish her a Happy Easter. When I asked what she was doing, she answered, “I’m just sitting in my room all by myself.”
She quickly followed that statement with, “No, that’s not true. The Lord is sitting here beside me.”
That’s just one of the many, many reasons I love her so much. No matter what the situation is, I know she has such a closeness with the Lord, she is never alone, nor is she afraid. She, at 96 years of age, continues to inspire me and strengthen my own walk.

Throughout the day I was blessed to speak with each of my siblings, and I received multiple texts, family Easter pictures and projects, and glorious photos and videos of both my sister’s beautiful yards, which were blooming wildly with a fresh array of seasonal flowers.

The grandchildren and I Facetimed, and though it was not the same as having them in our home, it was surely a welcomed and beloved time. Later in the morning, the weather became quite dicey. Hail, tornadoes, and heavy rains were running rampant throughout the entire state. In the midst of all of this, my granddaughter sent me a text and a blurry photo of her wearing a bicycle helmet. I could tell it had been taken from inside her closet.

Her text read, “The tornado sirens are going off. Pray for us.”
I quickly texted her the reply, “Do not worry. I have been praying over both you and the weather since yesterday. You are covered by Him. All will be well.”

And praise be to God, all was well for my entire family. I love so much that my grandchildren never hesitate to ask me to pray for them. I love that they know and have a closeness with God, that they know prayer works, and that know without any doubt, God answers them. I am also thankful they are aware that this grandmother prays over them without fail, over every detail of their lives, each and every day and night. That, my friends, has made a bond between us that can never be broken. How blessed I am, indeed!

No, Easter 2020 did not turn out as I planned many months ago, but for me, it actually turned out better. It was a time of solitude, yes, but it was also a time of much needed worship; deep worship. I shed tears of sadness, of gratitude, and of joy. I sang hymns along with those I listened to and watched on the television and Internet, and as I sat alone strumming my ukulele, and more importantly, while on the telephone with my sweet mama. I focused more on Christ and his sacrifice during this week of stillness. I talked to Him more often. I listened for His voice, and in many, many ways, I heard it more clearly than I ever have. It was a week of learning and of love. It was the Easter I needed. It was the time I needed. And I pray that it was the time you needed as well.

In retrospect, Easter 2020 ended up being…VERY well with my soul. I hope it was with yours too.

Love y’all.
Be safe and social distance.
Wash your hands and wear your masks.
Keep the faith.
Be joyous.

04/10/2020

Finding the Good in Friday
By Wanda Anderson Pearson

At one time, not so long ago, people looked forward to Friday. People who worked outside of their homes counted the days to the weekend. Friday was their hope. Friday was THE day when they knew they would make it. Why? Because immediately following Friday came Saturday and Sunday; days off and a time of rest and restoration. When I was a teacher, I would always breathe a sigh of relief when Friday came. No matter how difficult the week had been, once I made it to this last work day of the week, I knew everything was going to get better; at least for the next two days.

Today, Christians around the world are celebrating Good Friday. Good Friday marks the day that our Lord and Savior, Jesus, was crucified. The day He was sentenced to die. The day He was mocked, beaten, and then hung on the cross to suffer a death only the worst criminals faced. The day He gave up His life for us. For Jesus, Good Friday was painful. He knew what He was going to face before it happened. He knew the agony that was going to be involved in His last day. But in order to fulfill the scriptures, and in order to give us new life, He suffered through this day because of His great love for each of us. He was the magnificent example of John 15:13-17. “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”

Today, in the calamity of the pandemic, I am certain many of us feel that our Good Friday is, at the very least, not so good. We are away from our church, our friends, and our family; we are isolated. Many have lost loved ones, and the news reports that many more deaths are sure to occur in the coming weeks. Some small business owners have lost their livelihood. Others are dipping into their retirement funds, fearing for their future well-being. Those who placed their money in the stock market are on a roller coaster ride that seems to be unending. People have lost their jobs. Our doctors, nurses, police and emergency personnel are working overtime, and are risking their very existence to make sure we, the people, are taken care of. In doing that, they put their own families at risk of catching this disease. And to top it off, I awoke to find our area is predicted to have a rash of tornadoes on Easter Sunday. So, I ask you. What could possibly be good about this ‘Good Friday’?

Well, here’s something good about ‘Good Friday’. If you are reading this, YOU. ARE. ALIVE! Did you read that and let it sink in? Let me repeat: YOU. ARE. ALIVE! My friends, it just doesn’t get any better than that. I used to tell my students that I gauge my day by four things. If I could walk, talk, feed myself, and go to the bathroom without aid, it was a great day! I meant it then, and the older I get, I mean it even more. I know so many who cannot do at least one or more of these simple things. Yet, I am able. And I am able ONLY because HE enables me. I give thanks and praise to God for being able to do these things. Yes, today is a GOOD Friday!
How is the climate in your area today? In Tupelo, the sun is shining brilliantly! A brisk, cool wind is blowing making the leaves literally dance on the trees. It is a sight to behold! The grass is a vibrant shade of Easter green, and tiny flowers of all colors, shapes, and sizes have sprung up to herald the beginning of a new season. Today I do not have to concern myself with tornadic activity and torrential rains. Today, I am allowed to watch a splendid springtime show as the wind blows and gives fresh and lively life to the trees and landscape. Today I do not have to worry about watering the lawn due to a drought. I give thanks and praise God for these things. Yes, today is a GOOD Friday!

During this quarantine, have you been able to correspond with those you love? I surely have! I call my sweet mama at least three times daily. I am able to text my entire family. I can pick up the phone and call them. Thanks to modern technology, I can see their beautiful faces on Zoom and Facetime. I can mail them card. I can send them an e-mail. My sister is always so faithful to send out holiday cards and letters. Yesterday, I received an Easter greeting from her. I always get so excited when one arrives! They are always filled with inspiration and love; she puts so much care, and her whole heart, into the writing of these ‘love notes’, and she could not possibly know how very much these gifts mean to the recipients. Tucked inside of this beautiful card was a small, typed card which read:

Blessings at Easter, 2020.
Although this may be a most unusual Easter, I am praying that you have peace, safety, and His joy. May each day of this most Holy season bring you love, patience, and fortitude as we celebrate in our hearts the love our Savior gives to us moment by moment.
“Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you…The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid.” Hebrews 15:5-6

Today I can communicate with my loved ones. And though this is a period of much darkness, hearing from my family becomes a time of light for me. Today I look forward to Facetiming my mother and seeing her smiling face. Today I will make phone calls and hear the sweetest voices. Today I will say, “I love you”. Today I will sit at my table and pen a ‘love note’ to someone. Today I will not be isolated from those I love; we will be together. I give thanks and praise to God for time with my precious ones. Yes. Today is a GOOD Friday!

But, what about THAT Friday; the Friday they nailed our Christ onto the cross? Reading again the scriptures written about that day, my heart saddens for Jesus, and I can hardly bear to think of all of the physical pain He went through. It brings tears to my eyes as I think of all of the people, those He loved and longed to be a part of His kingdom, who scoffed Him, who rebuked Him, and were overjoyed to see Him nailed to that cross. My mind tells me that no, this was not a Good Friday for Jesus in many ways. It was dark. It was filled with agony. It was heart-breaking. And He knew in advance how THIS day would turn out. He knew what this day would entail, and yet…He sacrificed Himself so that we, the sinners, would be free and forgiven and spend eternity in His presence.

But as I think back on the events of that ‘Dark’ Friday, there is one thought I choose to dwell on. You see? No matter how difficult it was for Jesus to go through that day, no matter how much He suffered, no matter what was happening on Calvary’s hill, through it all, He knew how it would turn out. He knew without any doubt, that at the day’s end, He would be with His loving, most glorious Father. He knew that by taking the punishment for us, we would have the privilege and honor of someday being wrapped in His loving arms for all eternity and we would be able to bask in the warm presence of God. That, my friends, is a reason for us to rejoice on this day and every day. Today I am grateful that I know God and believe in His promises. Today I will thank and praise Him for His many blessings and gifts, and for the grace and favor He has bestowed upon my loved ones and on me. Today I remember what Good Friday is truly about. Today I rejoice that though Jesus was crucified, died, and was buried, HE ROSE AGAIN! Today I praise Him and give thanks that He is COMING AGAIN! YES! Today is definitely a GOOD FRIDAY!

Wishing you all peace, love, and blessings in this and every season. Love y’all!
Be safe.
Wash you hands and wear your masks.
Have faith!
REJOICE!

04/09/2020

We are the Easter People
By Wanda Anderson Pearson

Well, it’s almost here; Easter 2020. It comes as no surprise to me that this virus has, for the United States, peaked during this all-important season. For Christians, Easter is not merely about the rabbit, the eggs, the new clothes, the baskets filled with treats, or the noontime feast; it’s about Jesus rising from the tomb. It’s a joyous celebration for Easter people. One that holds meaning beyond meaning, and one that literally, gives us new life. So, why wouldn’t Satan pick this time to rear his ugly head on a grand scale?

You see? Satan wants us to give up. He wants us to experience fear and doubt. He enjoys seeing us boarded up in our homes, isolated from our churches and from those people we love so dearly. He revels in testing us, and he relishes the fact that most of us are experiencing a little fear of the unknown right now. Think about it. Fear takes us away from where we truly should be; kneeling down at the feet of Jesus, communing with Him, praising Him, and thanking Him. Our grief, suffering, and pain makes Satan joyous.

I don’t know about you, but as for me, I flatly refuse to let the old devil take away my Easter joy. I won’t let him diminish my spirit, and I absolutely will NOT let him take away from me the fact that I am one of the Easter people; those who have hope because of Jesus Christ. Nope. Not going to let it happen. I will do my best not to hang my head in despair, especially when Jesus loved me enough to hang on the cross.

No, Easter 2020 will not be the same without the grandchildren waking up early to see what the Easter bunny brought them. No, I won’t have the delight of seeing them get all dressed up in their spring outfits. No, I won’t have the pleasure of walking inside our church with them, listening to our magnificent choir, shaking our preacher’s hand, sharing smiles and hugs, or giving thanks for His sacrifice surrounded by my friends. No, this year it will just be the two Old Crows and Zoe the Wonder Dog. It will be quite a change from the past 60 years. But, you know what? Though we won’t be going to God’s house on Easter morning, I know for certain that He will be in mine. In fact, He will be in everyone’s house. I take comfort in that and you should too. No matter if you have an ‘Old Crow’ living with you like I do, or if you live alone, the Lord’s going to be present…IN YOUR HOUSE…whether you are watching church services on television or the Internet, listening to your preacher on the radio, or reading the Easter message from your Bible. He will be there with you! If you are under the weather and are not able to worship in any of those ways, guess what? You will have the absolute Greatest Physician sitting right beside you. One of the best things about being one of the Easter People is knowing I will NEVER, EVER be alone, no matter what my circumstances may be, and no matter where I am! And all the people said,” AMEN!”

Even though it won’t be the same as in years past, there are a few things I plan to do to make this Easter a joyous one. The first thing I will do, as I do every morning, before I even put my feet on the floor is thank God for letting me see another of His glorious days. Saying those words aloud gives God the gratitude He deserves, and it makes me a more grateful person. I love knowing that my mission here is not yet finished; that I have been given another opportunity to help someone, one more chance to tell my family I love them, and a moment or two to just ‘be’.

If the morning is sunny, I will have my coffee on the back porch. If it’s raining, I will have coffee under the cover of the front porch. I will watch the birds frolic. I will watch the sky. I will take in all the sounds. I will wave at those who pass by on the street. I will look at the budding trees and my neighbor’s beautiful azaleas. I will talk to God and thank Him for this day. And I will be joyous.

Now, I don’t know about you, but during this quarantine, I have been quite the ‘free spirit’ as far as my appearance goes. I have not worn makeup. I have a LOT of gray and unmanageable shaggy hair. I have been wearing my most ‘casual’ clothes; the ones, once upon a time, I would have been mortified if anyone saw me wearing! Only tennis, or house shoes have donned my feet. Of course, it goes without saying, but I will say it anyway as I am certain some of you may be questioning it: I DO still practice good daily hygiene! EVERY day!

But on Easter, the day will be different. I will dress in my Sunday best. I will style my hair and attempt to tame all of those crazy, solid white strands. I will wear lipstick. I will daub on my favorite perfume. I will squeeze into my cute, but uncomfortable church shoes. And then, I will watch our church’s service on television. I will listen. I will pray. I will sing. I will give thanks. And I will be joyous.

After services, I will call my mama. Who knows? We may even sing a few songs, aka/make a joyful ‘noise’. I will text and/or talk to each of my siblings, check in on a few of my neighbors and friends, from a distance, of course, and then Facetime my precious grandchildren. After lunch, the other Old Crow and I will probably take a short drive through town and look at some of the many perfectly manicured lawns and admire the beautiful spring flowers. They are in abundance this year as people have actually had ‘time’ to spend working in their yards! After our drive, I will more than likely hide a few plastic Easter eggs. Yes. You read that correctly. I will hide my own eggs. Chances are, I won’t remember where I put half of them in the first place, so the hunt will more than likely take the better part of the afternoon. I will find a few brightly colored eggs on this day, and the remainder will be found during the heat of summer, or, perhaps next Easter. I will laugh at my forgetfulness. I will scratch my head in wonder. And I will be joyous.

The point in this? Well, there are a few. First, remember that no matter where you are, you are NEVER alone. Second, give thanks in ALL things; yes, even in a quarantine situation! Think of it like this: You aren’t STUCK at home; you are SAFE at home! And most importantly, no matter what the weather is like outdoors on Easter, the SON is going to shine!

Take that, Devil! Six feet back! BOOM!

I love y’all!
Be safe!
Wash your hands and wear your masks!
Give thanks!
Be joyous!

04/08/2020

Find the Joy
By: Wanda Anderson Pearson

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything; too long. I have been sheltering-in-place as best as I can, and though I was not a ‘road runner’ before this virus came about, this is truly a ‘new normal’ for me. I ask myself if I really ‘need’ this and that from the grocery store before I go. When I do venture out, I strap on my mask and wear disposable gloves. As I drive by Ballard Park, the yellow police tape and absence of children at play always makes me sad. I try not to look, but I cannot stop myself. The traffic, usually thick and heavy is virtually non-existent. Stores are closed for the most part, restaurants no longer have crowded parking lots, even my doctor’s office parking lot is vacant. My church; oh, how I miss my church! I especially miss the two sweet ladies who sit behind us every Sunday, I miss the feel of the hymnal, the choir marching in, the handshake of our pastor, and the smiles and hugs of friends. And mostly, I miss getting to make my monthly trek to Texas to see my sweet, 96-year-old mother and my other beloved family members.

I try not to listen to the news very often as it has become a depressant. I do check daily the number of Corona cases in the areas where my family and I live, but that too brings a heaviness upon my soul. Our house is relatively quiet with just the two old crows and Zoe the Wonder Dog wandering about. The traffic in our small neighborhood is sparse. The groups of children who would usually play together in the streets after school have vanished. I miss the loud, squeaky brakes of the school bus, I miss standing on the sidewalk pointing my finger at the boys who rode their four-wheeler way too fast, (Yes, I am THAT woman!) and I miss hearing them laugh at me from behind their helmeted heads. I miss my beautician. I miss the life I had only a few short months ago. I miss most parts of it BIG! But, having said all of that, there are things that I do not miss, and some of the changes have actually caused a newfound happiness in my life. How about you?

One thing I have noticed on social media is the lack of political posts and the huge increase in devotionals, uplifting messages, humorous pictures, and church services. (I must admit to all of you I am friends with on media, if you ever posted anything about politics, I just scrolled right past your post, and more than likely, I always will.) I find myself watching multiple church services and devotionals each day, whereas usually I would catch a few per week in conjunction with my Sunday church service and Wednesday Bible study. I have delighted in listening to all denominations and hearing the masses lift their voices up to the heavens! My eight-year-old grandson said, “It’s so good that they are putting all of this on the internet because now, EVERYBODY gets to see and hear!” He is smart beyond his years. Yes. It IS so good!

Another fabulous thing I see is people spending more time with their children. As I stated earlier, we live in a small subdivision. When I walked outside this past week, I saw younger children using sidewalk chalk to make hopscotch boards and paint sweet pictures. I enjoyed strolling around reading each note and looking intently at each piece of artwork. One of my older, but younger than me, neighbors walked across the street and proceeded to play hopscotch. He was actually very good at it, and the children, maintaining ‘social distancing’ loved seeing their work put to good community use! However, the next morning I did see him limping a bit. When I inquired, from a safe distance, if he had injured himself, he told me he was currently ‘feeling’ that brief and recent digression to his childhood days! I understood completely.

Parents are walking and riding bikes with their children in our neck of the woods. They are playing catch, football and basketball. Empty nesters are walking their dogs and riding their bikes. People I have never seen before have come out of their dwellings and are gardening, hand-washing their vehicles, and making improvements on their homes and in their yards. Everyone speaks and waves. Our neighbors are calling and texting one another asking if anyone has any needs. People are smiling and genuinely happy to see each other. And, I have also taken notice that the word, ‘virus’ is rarely spoken between them.

I am so fortunate to have a music teacher living across the street. Though her students are taking a break and social distancing, she blesses us with beautiful piano concerts most evenings. I love sitting on the front porch listening to those melodious sounds echoing up and down the lane. For the past few months, I have been attempting to learn how to play the ukulele. I dare not raise my window at this point in my musical juncture, but I am enjoying making a joyful ‘noise’ inside my home. I am learning many of the old church hymns and even though my playing and my ‘croaking’ is not perfect, it pleases me that I am doing something I have always wanted, but never taken or had the time, to do. I have also made a habit of calling my mother every few days and playing and singing for her. She adores those hymns and no matter how badly I butcher a song; she always tells me that I am doing well and it sounds beautiful to her. It is so wonderful and heart-warming that we have this opportunity to sing praises together! If I were still able to make my once-a-month trip home, this special time would not have come into existence. This time with her is a true blessing and one of my most profound joys.

Have you walked outside and noticed the stillness of it all? I do not hear the roar of heavy traffic in the distance, or planes taking off from the nearby airport as often as I did a few weeks ago. I have not heard emergency vehicles screaming. I have not heard the screeching of brakes. I have not heard auto horns honking. I have not heard the rumble of delivery trucks, nor have I heard the distant sounds of heavy machinery. At first, I must confess, it was a bit eerie. But after a few days of quietness I began hearing things I haven’t heard in a long, long time. I hear the difference in each and every bird chirp; I hear their combined symphonies. I hear the wind rustling through the trees. I hear the branches of the pines creak as they rub against each other. From a nearby farm I hear donkeys bray and a cow’s mournful moo. I hear an old hoot owl each evening, and the bullfrogs from the neighboring creek. I hear the honeybees buzzing, and the nervous chatter of the lone squirrel who frequents our backyard. I hear church bells ringing. Most importantly, I hear God’s voice through each of these sounds.

No, unfortunately, He does not carry on conversation with me as you and I converse, but I hear His voice in all of these sounds and I see the glory in His creations. I literally FEEL His presence. I SEE His power in this gift of slowing down and time He has given us. I see people from all walks of life, myself included, appreciating those we often took for granted; teachers and physicians, nurses, and caregivers. I see kindness put into action by the multitudes. I see our country coming together in this viral fight. I see heroes and hope. I see people coming closer to God; coming back home to Him, talking to Him, leaning on Him, and praying fervently to Him.

I hope you too can feel God’s presence amidst this temporary chaos. I pray we all invite Him back in and keep him not as a guest, but as the most important part of our lives. I realize this season is difficult, and at times scary. But, I also believe in my heart and soul that through all of the turmoil, danger, and snares we are currently facing, God will turn things, and people, around and use both to glorify His kingdom. As a Christian, I know we will survive this. We will be blessed by this in ways we do not yet understand. We will grow stronger. We will no longer be a divided people. We will, by His grace and goodness, live through this and share with others the knowledge we have of Him. As someone much wiser than me once said, “I may not know what tomorrow holds, but I know who holds the future.”

Keep the faith.
Find the joy.
Pray.
Wash your hands and wear your masks.
Love y’all!
“He shall cover me with His feathers, and under His wings I will seek refuge.” Psalm. 91:4

10/17/2019

Tucked away in a tiny corner in West Tupelo is a delight to the senses and a place full of tantalizing tasties; The Talbot House Bakery and Café. I dare say it is the cleanest restaurant I have ever visited. It is comfortable, casual, the staff is superb, and the food is sheer perfection.
A little background information: I have been eating cinnamon rolls for 57 years, so I consider myself a cinnamon roll aficionado. Never have I had cinnamon rolls like I had at the Talbot House Bakery this morning. They are massive in size and monumental in taste. A combination of fiercely fluffy cream cheese frosting, loads of cinnamon and a light, delectable and delicious dough. Pair this with a cup of their awesome coffee (They serve REAL half and half!) and you have a meal that is sure to fill and lift you up.
I confess. I could not help myself. I had to sample one of their Lemon Blueberry Rolls while I was there, and it did not disappoint! Brimming with big, fat, juicy blueberries and topped off with a tangy lemon tartness, it too, provided a happiness all its own!
While we were there, another customer purchased a CinnaPanni. Oh. My. Goodness! It looked and smelled divine; a cinnamon roll with ham and swiss melted inside and topped with a maple coffee glaze, and served with one of their freshly made sides! I cannot adequately describe this. I will definitely be trying this creation!
I am also anxious to try their Pimento Cheese Pinwheels and their Sausage Cream Cheese Rolls. Both of them sound so delightfully decadent!
Tomorrow morning, I plan to go back and get a loaf of their sourdough bread. I could tell a lie and say I was getting it because the grandkids will be in town this weekend, but who am I kidding? I am getting it as much for myself as I am them…I CANNOT WAIT! Oh! And did I mention they have HALF POUND SEA SALTED CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES???
Do yourself a huge favor and go check them out! I promise you will so glad you did. Plan to experience sweet treats and an equally sweet staff! Hours, address, their mission statement and phone number can be found in the photos. Y’all! This place is SERIOUSLY GOOD!

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