Their Food internet program provides a seemingly inside view of their life on a sprawling Oklahoma ranch.
Ladd or, as Ree calls him, the Marlboro Man is more than just a handsome cowboy.
He’s truly Ree’s co-pilot.
Apparently the feeling was mutual, because that man was Ladd Drummond, now her longtime husband.
Clearly it worked out and Ree never wound up moving to Chicago.
“I don’t believe that romance conquers all and love conquers all,” Ree mused.
“But the passion I don’t know it propels you forward through the tough times.”
Or the next week.
Homeboy waitedfour monthsto call back, according to an article Ree penned inCountry Living.
What on earth was the holdup?
But Ree didn’t come up with these ideas on her own.
In fact, it was Ladd who encouraged her to start her blog, according toPeoplemagazine.
And the Pioneer Woman’s husband latercame up with the ideafor the hotel and more.
“Every good idea I’ve had has come from him,” Ree confessed.
“But in many ways, [it] is anything but traditional.”
Who knew that there were modern cowboys out there?
Keep living the dream, Ree!
The house where he grew up?
That’s where he now lives with Ree and the kids.
Time will tell who takes the reins in the future.
In fact, the Pioneer Woman’s husband himself lost a family member at a very young age.
He had been working on a family friend’s ranch in Texas at the time.
“Tragic, life-altering, terrible,” she continued.
Ree and Ladd have done their part to keep his memory alive, though.
They named their youngest son after him, as Ree noted on her blog.
Clearly he will never be forgotten.
Think the Pioneer Woman’s husband was always loaded?
In fact, the first decade of Ree and Ladd’s marriage was super fiscally challenging.
That meant the Drummonds had to tighten their belts to get to weather the financial storm.
“And she never complained once.”
Clearly all that patience has paid off because the Drummonds sure are loaded now.
Factor that in with their successful cattle business, and they are rolling in dough.
“I’m a man who just really likes meat and mashed potatoes.”
So, having a vegetarian chef in the house just wasn’t going to work out for him.
Ree obviously didn’t mind the conversion, as she has no moral objections to raising and eating animals.
So, what was it that brought her back to the carnivore camp?
That would do it!
That’s a pretty grueling schedule, for sure.
So what’s his favorite activity when it’s time to unwind?
Why, watching movies onNetflixwith his wife on the couch, of course!
“He’s watched every movie that’s ever been made,” Ree revealed toPeople.
That’s because he “doesn’t believe in binge-watching,” according to Ree.
Apparently Ladd’s super traditional in that regard!
“He says the game was a good omen.”
At least he made it to the ceremony!
So does the Marlboro Man smoke?
She also referred to her husband as the “Marlboro Man,” instead of using his real name.
She wanted “to maintain a tiny speck of anonymity,” which obviously didn’t last very long.
Now everyone knows who they are!
Where did Ree come up with his now-famous nickname?
“She said, ‘Who is that Marlboro Man?’
We can see why, too.
Chances are, then, that sushi and most shellfish are not on the menu.
But Ree didn’t know that about Ladd when they first started dating.
“I made him this enormous plate of linguine with clam sauce,” she continued.
And rather than be rude, Ladd ate “every bite.”
Plus he ate half of the next plate she served him, too!
They’ve even been credited with helping to revitalize downtown Pawhuska, thanks to their ventures there.
“I don’t know if anybody’s coming to Pawhuska.”
We wonder what venture they’ll tackle next!
Back then, things at the homestead were a little more traditional than they are today.
But Ree really stepped up when necessity demanded it, something Ladd says was invaluable to their survival.
She really can do it all, huh?
“I couldn’t have asked for any more.”
None of that is lost on Ladd Drummond, either, who loves the way his life has unfolded.
“We truly are blessed,” the Pioneer Woman’s husband toldNCBA’s Cattlemen to Cattlemen.
