Milk?
I like grits with sausage or hamburger gravy. Either that or eggs, runny yolks, either sunny side up or poached.
(salt, pepper, butter, cheese)
And maybe a chicken fried steak, and some slices of smoked ham, a couple links of sausage, with waffles and real maple syrup and butter...some strong black coffee and maybe a little French vanilla afterwards.
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Love it. But that would be 3 or more meals worth for me. LOL.
“””Milk?
I like grits with sausage or hamburger gravy. Either that or eggs, runny yolks, either sunny side up or poached.”””
I think I have eaten about everything you have listed and loved, plus, use to travel the East coast so have enjoyed each area’s take on breakfast.
You know if they ever have to do bypass surgery on me they’ll probably pull out a string of Oscar Meyer Lil Smokies sausages.
Finished my snack, Bagster said something about elf women, so I’m off to dreamland. :) Goodnight
Your post reminds me of the late great blues guitarist, Albert Collins, and his song, “Don’t Go Reaching Across My Plate”
I saw AC three times at our local jazz club...and he always had a twinkle in his eye and was really enjoying himself and the crowd.
— Excerpt —
“At a party last week, there was some high-class folks
Ev’rything on the table, an’ that ain’t no joke
They had barbecue possum, rattlesnake gravy
Chicken fried skunk, an’ it smelt real crazy
Ev’rything went fine, but one thing made me blue
A cat reached across my plate, for some armadillo stew
Now when you at the table, you act real nice
You say, “pass me that” or “pass me the platter”
But just because you hungry, an’ happen to come in late
Don’t you go reachin’, across MY plate”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UKIHAvTuDEQ
Don’t forget scrapple!