Have a smile on me for the weekened! 

Well when you grow up in the country, you kinda figure out that what you eat for diner is not diner and what you eat for breakfast is not always breakfast.  Now I know you are probably going "what".  Well this is what I mean.  We were brought up that for breakfast you ate the normal, grits, eggs, bacon, toast, biscuits, country ham, jelly or homemade preserve with your toast or biscuits, butter or red eye gravy with your grits.  The red eye gravy came in with the country ham.  Oh I cannot forget the real country sausage.  I am talking about the kind that you had to go into the cure house to get that had been hanging and curing house for months.  Boy was it good, and boy would it send your blood pressure up through the roof.  The biscuits were always hand made by grandma, none of those Pillsbury numbers.   For dinner it was fresh fried chicken, collard greens from the garden that was planted near the house, black eye peas that came from the fields we probably picked them.  Potato salad, macaroni and cheese, real cheese, Sharpe cheese, cornbread, and for desert, peach cobbler.  All of those starches, but they were good.   Now if you ever had fresh fried chicken it has a very different taste from the chicken that you purchase in your local supermarket.  It just does.  I cannot put my finger on it, but believe me, it does, and if you have ever seen one actually killed, de-feathered, gutted, and cleaned, you would never eat another piece of chicken again, I didn't for along time.  But anyway; when we went to my grand mother's house, for breakfast we would always have fried chicken for breakfast.  I always thought that this was the strangest thing.  I always thought that fried chicken was dinner food, but apparently not because we ate it for breakfast in Georgia.  What was weird, my grandpa always had to have the gizzards, and the livers.  Nobody could touch those two parts those two parts were his pieces to mix in his grits OMG!  He could have them as far as I was concerned, and you know what today I still do not eat them.  I think they are used to make gravy and Thanksgiving stuffing right?   Well anyway, we would come to the breakfast table my brothers, and sisters we were all ready for, grits, country sausage, good old cheese eggs, if you ever had them, they are to die for.  Home made biscuits, with home made preserves, bacon, (double the pork) orange juice, or milk.  But then when we sit down to the table, we got the surprise of our life.  Grandma, brought our food to the table, and you will never believe what it was that she brought to the table.  Smelling so good, so hot, and it was still smoking.

  Fried Chicken!

Sherry/smomdukes