The bourbony adventures of The Ninj continue

After four years in Vermont, The Ninj is on the move -- this time, back to the South.

I know it's not a very seasonal photo, but that's the custom post-and-beam barn we built on our farmette in Vermont. The farmette I've been writing about here for four years, ever since The Ninj became The Ninj. The same farmette that gave me such fodder as ugly fruit, too many zucchini and way, way, WAY too many deer  -- although the deer inspired a great venison jerky recipe, so I can't complain too much.

Well, it was our farmette, until yesterday.

If you only know The Ninj through this blog, you probably don't know that Mr. Ninj and I tend to move. A lot. About every five years or so (no joke). Work relocation, so it's always good, but still a lot of moving.

(If you need helpful tips like how to rip packing tape the way the professionals do and the benefits of box-hoarding, I'm your gal.)

So, after living in Vermont for four years, we're on the move again. The farmette is in the hands of some lucky, lucky new stewards, and we're returning to the South from whence we came but to a fun, new-to-us location: Louisville, Kentucky (a place where I can continue to say "y'all" and not be looked at judgingly and strangely).

Even if you only know The Ninj through this blog, you're probably clapping or hooting your ass off, because you just realized that the why-not-throw-a-little-bourbon-in-it Ninj is moving to bourbon country.

Photo courtesy of All My Friends Travel

Whoo-boy, Fate has its ways, doesn't it?

Now, I know what you're thinking. I'm the Yankee Kitchen Ninja -- how does that make sense in the South? Well, friends, the "yankee" part of this blog has always been me, not where I live. Maybe that didn't come across too clearly while I lived in Yankee Vermont, but it's what I intended when I named the blog. 

Get it?

And while I will miss the Yankee farmette dearly (oh lordy, how I wanted to dig up those sour cherry trees and take them with me!), I'm always up for a new adventure. Because new areas of the country mean new culinary inspiration.

Which is good for you. (Snort.)

However, if you have ever moved a small household even a few miles, let alone a large household (and a barnful!) nearly one thousand miles, you know that moving wreaks havoc on your lifestyle for a little while. Which is why I'm going to take a week off from my normally publishing schedule here on the blog.

You know, because it's a wee bit tricky to take photos of food and write about it when you don't know which freakin' box contains your kitchenware or even where your camera is.

But The Ninj will be back, don't you worry.

And there will be bourbon.