Let me tell you the best Sunday breakfast ever. I was born in Chinquapen NC (you can’t get there from here..pop. around 40).
My father was a minister there, and I was the church baby, etc.
These were country people, tobacco famers, folks who had big
giant chicken buildings, etc.
Anyway, even though we moved away when I was about 2, we always
visited in the summer, staying for a long weekend. And boy o boy,
the Sunday morning breakfast. Aunt Pug (not a real aunt) would get up early and make every food imaginable…bacon, sausage and country
ham (that was hanging in the barn covered with salt!), red eye gravy
for the grits and eggs, homemade biscuits and toast, and lots of butter! By the time breakfast was over, you were ready to go back to bed! Can’t believe we didn’t fall asleep in church!