09/10/2026
Just a little behind-the-scenes peek at Three Dog Acre yesterday…
Things were going GREAT. 😂
And by “great,” I mean at some point we had multiple giant tubs of sourdough going at different times because apparently I’ve finally learned that having ALL OF THEM ready for the next step simultaneously is a terrible life choice.
Carter was multiplying at an alarming rate.
There was brown butter happening.
There was apple butter happening.
There were approximately 47 pounds of cookie dough attempting to take over the house.
Every horizontal surface in the kitchen had been claimed.
The refrigerator was full.
The SECOND refrigerator was basically full.
And somewhere in the middle of all of this, I started doing the mental calculations of how we were possibly going to refrigerate everything overnight…
Enter Mr. B.
This man wakes up and casually remembers:
“We have a whole-ass camper in the driveway.”
Y’ALL. 😂😂😂
A whole camper.
WITH A REFRIGERATOR.
Just sitting there while I’m mentally rearranging our food like a game of refrigerated Tetris.
So the camper is now officially part of Three Dog Acre’s commercial expansion plan. 😂
Meanwhile, Grammy is making things.
I’m making things.
Mr. B is being handed random jobs with absolutely no context.
The dogs are deeply concerned that this business has gotten entirely too big and yet somehow has resulted in fewer snacks for them.
And every time I finish something and think, “Okay! We’re getting somewhere!”…
I remember three more things I need to do.
😂😂😂
At this point, I have no idea whether we’re running a cottage bakery, catering an event, opening a restaurant, or preparing to feed a small Tennessee town during an emergency.
But tomorrow afternoon, we are going to roll into Magnolia Market at Treemont Mansion with a table absolutely LOADED with Three Dog Acre goodness…
…and nobody needs to know what happened here to make that possible.
Except now you do. 😂
Magnolia Market HERE WE COME.
Assuming we survive today. 😬😂
Michelle & the Three Dog Acre Crew 💚🌾🐾