I don’t like Cracker Barrel anyway. Only place I ever ate that can ruin TOAST of all things.
My wife thinks I am crazy. But really, I can’t stand their food. And I was RAISED on that kind of cooking but it just doesn’t stand up to Mom’s.
They certainly can’t make gravy like my mom’s. Theirs must come out of a can or package.
My mother wasn't that good of a cook. My Dad did most of the cooking in our house, and everything he made was delicious. That of course was back when families still sat down to dinner every night and had a big Sunday dinner. I was the baby of the family and my Dad spoiled me. If I didn't like what was being served, and I got hungry later, he'd make something for me. I learned how to make gravy watching my father, and even though we weren't Italian, he made sauce with meatballs and sausage from scratch every Saturday. I still miss it. My sauce isn't too bad, but it sure isn't my father's.