The Best Breakfast!

 

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When I was a kid, the best breakfast was cooked and served by my Aunt Nell!

International House of Pancakes didn’t have ANYTHING on her!

She cooked those grits to perfection…

Her country ham and biscuits were unsurpassed…

And the fact that she let us kids drink Pepsi with our meal was freaking ingenious!

Clearly, she was a woman ahead of her time!

But, the thing that I remember most of all about breakfast with my Aunt Nell was her unrivaled ability to spin a good yarn!

I’m talking about good ole Southern Mama storytelling!

Baby, “captivating” ain’t the word for it!

From the moment Aunt Nell began to tell a tale, everybody in the room was completely mezmerized!

She’d intonate…

She’d gesticulate…

She’d immediately grab your attention and hold you in complete suspense!

A masterful comedienne, Aunt Nell’s timing was IMPECCABLE!

By the end of each story, EVERYBODY would be in tears laughing as she calmly sashayed away to tend to her dishes….completely unbothered!

In essence, she ALWAYS dropped the mic…

EVERY. SINGLE. TIME!

And, as you might have guessed, I wanted to be just like her!

And so…

A lot of the sass that you “hear” from LadyG can be directly linked to my Aunt Nell.

And, as I sit here, approaching my 50th birthday, I can’t help remembering her and everyone else who poured so much into my life; especially her husband, my Uncle Leroy!

I’ve mentioned him a few times before.

At any rate, one thing’s for sure, I’ll always think fondly of Aunt Nell, and will, no doubt, burst into ugly laughter whenever I do!

In this way, she’s just as much alive today as she was in that Alabama kitchen from 1975.

Trust me, she’s here–between every line.

RIP Aunt Nell.

Love and light LadyG

😘💋💋

 

 

 

Real Good Food: BREAKFAST!

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It’s what’s for dinner!

Yep!

Sometimes dinner needs to be super simple.

And there’s nothing more simple than a couple of eggs, slices of bacon and some toast.

Of course, if you live in one of the Southern states like I do then grits are a must.

If you have never heard of grits, all I can tell you is they come from God’s magical corn machine.

Other than that, I got nothing.

Anyway, today, I am featuring a basic, run of the ‘meal’ omelet.

Ok, I’ll be the first to admit that the one I made here  is not really that amazing but BAYBEE there are people who can turn omelets into masterpieces.

I’m serious!

I can’t tell you how many crawfish, cheese and green onion omelets I ate whilst I was in The Big Easy.

There are also some awesome makers of great omelets happening up in St. Louis too!

YAAASSSS!

Sadly, my omelet eating days are pretty much over.

I have found that egg and milk products don’t really like me very much 😦

Lady J, however, has no problem with them so the omelet pictured above was her breakfast.

Now…

Before I go, let me step back to grits.

Grits give me LIFE!

They are a fine canvas for all kinds of merriment!

My granddaddy taught me that!

You see, to him, everything was just a base for his favorite additions like sliced tomatoes and peppers.

But that had more to do with his giving nature than anything else.

Friends, this might not make much sense to you now, don’t worry, Ron or I will elaborate one day on The Flowering Vine.

Until then…

Enjoy watching this omelet mature before your very eyes!

Oh yeah, notice the fact that it looks like a frowning yellow crescent moon!

LOL!!!

I guess I would be frowning too if it were me!

 

Have a blessed day, sweets!

LadyG 😘💋