It’s been over two months since I was blessed with the opportunity to stay at The Pioneer Woman’s Ranch, with eight beautiful, funny, smart, hungry woman. We had so much fun….that I just can’t stop blogging about it. Actually, this will be the last in my series of writing about this trip. P-Dub did make comment recently that she is writing another cookbook…OH brother, I’m gonna hafta start working out more, just in case I decide to cook through it.
We requested two Tres Leches Cakes….well because one just didn’t seem like enough. But unfortunately our eyes and dreams were bigger than our stomachs…we had lots of cake left over. I am sure the cowboys ate it up! Oh it sure was good though. If you have never made a Tres Leches Cake, you MUST. Trust me, it is life changing.
This is my favorite picture of the whole entire weekend! Ree Drummond taking a picture of MY guacamole! The Top Dog, the Queen, the bestest ever food blogger was photographing my guacamole. AND and and after she ate it….she said it was”life changing”!
But since we are wild and crazy and adventurous, deliriously over heated women, we decided to march on and get a closer look.
They took off running from us…we had gotten quite close to them on the road. They ran way out away from us, then they came back toward us again….we were like OH MY. Thought maybe they were tricking us by acting as if they were running away, BUT then coming back toward us. But then the just stopped and snorted and whinnied, and shook their beautiful hairs. They were looking us up and down. We stood there to for a few minutes, wondering if we were completely stupid, for getting so close. We had asked about the cattle being dangerous but not the wild horses. Were we about to be front page news in the Pawhuska paper? They eventually turned and walked away. I am sure we were quite boring to them. Three shortish dark haired girls from Michigan….they are used to long tall Ree and her flowing mane of auburn taking pictures of them.
“Well hello Ree, I see you have the three dorks from the other morning in your truck….you lost your marbles woman? Do you know they pulled a Charlies Angel on us? They are koo–koo–ka–choo. If I were you, I would drive them ladies straight to the Tulsa airport.”
We were rammin‘ around them in Ree’s truck. The horses did not seem too scared at all. Ree was spinning us in circles, honking her horn, and banging her hand on the steering wheel like a wild woman. Hey whatever it takes right? They started moving….that’s what we wanted. We wanted some action shots.