My Country Kitchen


Hot homemade biscuits with gravy served on Sunday. Just the way daddy taught me.

I never make burgers and dogs without chilli and slaw. In my kitchen that would be against the law.

My barbeque is full of flavor vinegar style. Chopped pork placed on bread, or a choice of hush puppies instead.

Here's a surprise for you. Where I come from a hush puppy is not a shoe. Like the deep south. It is deep fried cornbread. You don't know what your missing until you put it in your mouth.

Let's not forget about grits. Served with butter and salt if you like. Taste so good. Cherish every bite.

Pinto beans and collard greens make soul food good. Served with cornbread cake.

To wash it all down we got sweet tea. Boil the tea bags and sugar. Pour it on ice. Taste nice and refreshing.

I've been cooking since I was ten. Taught by my daddy in his country kitchen.

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Daddy taught me to cook country style.