Just enjoyed a dessert, a childhood memory that I had forgotten for years until recently. Curious if it’s a hillbilly thing, or more widely known.
Tore open a big, hot, fluffy biscuit, then smothered it in sorghum molasses…. I grew up with that as a regular thing. Sorry, no pictures, but my better half fed me battered and iron skillet fried deer backstrap slices, biscuits, and gravy made in the same skillet with all the little crunchy remnants of the deer mixed in - it hit me, if I was on death row and they asked me about a last meal - no doubt that would be my pick


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