What’s For Breakfast?
I dedicate today’s post to Otis. Next time he gets a snoot-full and Aunt Bee has to teach Sunday School I’m gonna take his breakfast down to the jail. Gotta treat our regular customers with extra respect.
I was visiting my Marie today and we went to my favorite restaurant in the Tobacco Triangle; Soul Shack Mama’s. I get the catfish and eggs and biscuits with sopping ‘lasses every time. (or you can opt for gravy if desired) Other than my wife’s sausage and grits Christmas casserole it is my favorite breakfast on the planet.
My wife always gets the salmon patties and Marie opts for a pancake sandwich. My boy likes the pigs in a blanket. When we used to camp out we made ’em with Vienna sausages. The Soul Shack has plenty of hot black coffee too, and it is almost as good as campfire coffee with my boy. (It inspired the line in my coffee song: “Special moments for me…. can simply be…..poured up from an old tin can.”)
Oh well, like Bob Rupe says, thanks the Lord for LipoScience in Raleigh.
I’m sure you remember the old Hee-Haw routine. What’s for breakfast, grandpa? What’s ya’ll’s favorite? Otis, go ahead and place your order; I’m on my way to the courthouse.
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