About 300 years ago, in Carter's Grove, VA, Elizabeth Carter was setting the table for dinner when a freak summer storm knocked out the kerosine lamps and caused her to spill a pitcher of sausage gravy all over a tin of fresh baked biscuits. But her husband Robert was a pragmatic, sensible man, and refused to throw out two of his favorite food groups (they are part of the Plantation Food Pentagon, along with Tobacco, Honey Baked Ham, and Malibu Coconut-Flavored Rum). And so the great southern comfort food was born, bringing good cheer and heart disease to millions.
If you happen on occasion to be having breakfast in the company of Richard, mention how much you love biscuits and gravy, or how you discovered them late in life and regret missing out on them your entire childhood. Richard will instantly be able to relate to you, and may follow your story with his own tale of discovering his lost heritage during a trip to the Tidewater area.
1 comment:
Richard, I thoroughly enjoy this website.
And please make one of your likes "writing ridiculous epics"
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