Growing up in South Carolina, biscuits and gravy were an important part of a Southern breakfast. I didn’t really care what type they were–flaky, buttery, crunchy–as long as they were covered in some sort of savory sauce with maybe a little sausage or bacon crumbled in. When I moved away from the South, I desperatelyContinue reading “Biscuits & Gravy”
Times Are Tough: Food Can Be a Comfort
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