Do You Have The Goat Cheese?

On Tuesday I had to deliver some goat cheese to Crystal Bridges, in Bentonville, Arkansas, for an event that they were having on Wednesday.  Needless to say everything that could go wrong that morning certainly did and I was leaving here later than I had planned and of course I had to stop and get fuel before I could head on out.  Soooo........the truck is fueled and I have a HUGE Mountain Dew and a bag chips to provide energy and stamina for the journey.  THEN...........just as I am pulling onto the highway at 1:40 pm Melody, the chef, calls and calmly asks when I will be there.  I state that I am leaving as we speak and I should be there in two hours.  Melody tells me that she needs me there by 3:30 pm because their director was going to the television station to promote the event and that he wanted our cheese on that plate for the news plug.  (No pressure there!).  After hanging up with her I briefly thought about a statement that Chrys and Daddy have made several times (in reference to the truck I was driving), which is....This truck is very stable on the curves due to the wide wheel base.  I decided to take them at their word and practically flew to Bentonville.

After one small wrong turn, I pulled into the entrance at 3:20 pm. In just a short distance there was a security tent.  I stopped there and asked where I was suppose to go to make a delivery.  The officer immediately asked if I was the one with the goat cheese.  I confirmed that I was and he promptly directed me on where to go.  After going just a short distance, there was another security officer that stopped me and asked me if I was the lady with the goat cheese.  I stated that I was and he directed me on to a  building just a short distance away.  Upon arriving at the building there was yet another security officer there and he asked if I was the Mrs. with the goat cheese.  I replied with an affirmative answer and he directed me on to the loading dock where there was a staff person waiting to quickly take the cheese from me (and I assume rush it to the kitchen so that it could be plated and make its television debut).

Now the stress was lifting and I was making my way back the way I had come to exit the grounds.  When I arrived at the security tent, the officer was speaking with someone else and wouldn't let me leave.  Thinking that I was going the wrong way or something I was looking around for another way to exit.  I am sure that he just held me up for a short time, but it seemed like forever.  Finally another officer came up to the truck and I rolled the window down and asked if I was going the right way.  He stated that I was in fact going the right way, but that the director had radioed down and didn't want them to let me leave until they told me that the our cheese was going to be on the news that night.

Relieved to have made the delivery to Crystal Bridges, I had a few moments to reflect as I drove on to Crepes Paulette to make a delivery of cheese samples for them to try in the crepes they are making for the Artosphere Festival.  My reflection was that what had just occurred was similar, at least in my mind, as handing off the Olympic Torch or possibly even delivering a heart for transplant (I did have the little red ice chests  :)  )

In all reality, I know that this was no where near as important as the scenarios that I had just created in my mind, BUT it sure did a LOT for this goat farmer girl as I drove home, especially after the morning that I had just had.  As I drove home I also thought briefly that I was sure glad that I wasn't driving my dirty ol' pick up truck with the goat cage in the back..........or maybe it would have been better if I was.  LOL

Have a GREAT weekend Friends!