Ball Ground is a quintessential small southern town. It's charming and Hallmark movie worthy. But it's an easy town to miss. A wanderer would likely happen upon it by chance while on the way to somewhere else.
I am thrilled I happened upon it on this particular fall day, and I can say with certainty I will purposely visit in the future, if only to drop by Barrel House Coffee Co.
Mark is a big bourbon guy, so I will definitely bring him for a visit someday.
As for me, I am more of a not bourbon gal, so I simply ordered the coffee of the day, a roast from Papua New Guinea, topped with oat milk.
As I peered into my muffin bag, I was very puzzled about why they would automatically provide me with a knife and fork. Typically, that's a I'm-kinda-weird-about-eating-things-that-are-meant-to-be-eaten-with-my-fingers-with-my-fingers kinda person, so May I please have a fork kind of request. Right?
But then I dug into the muffin.
And I totally understood why I got a fork.
This pumpkin muffin had the ooey-ist, gooey-ist topping on it. And the muffin itself was the most moist muffin I've ever had (forgive me if you dislike the word moist). The pumpkin-y flavor sent notes of the perfect blend of spices to my tongue and then to my brain, and I sat for a moment lingering over that first bite. It was delicious. Beyond delicious. Especially for a lowly muffin!
I savored each sumptuous bite knowing this was one of the best accidental encounters I'd ever wandered into!





