A favorite breakfast meal for me growing up in Buies Creek was country ham with rice and biscuits, and a tall cold glass of milk. My mom did a pretty consistently good job making it and I wish I could replicate it better than I do. Every once in a while I get a hankering for this, so that's what happened on this Friday night, after I'd spent the day working with instructional services personnel here in Winston-Salem.
The rice was the disappointing aspect, as per my usual bad luck with that food item, but the biscuits were fluffy and succulent, and the country ham was cooked just right. The milk was cold, the butter was savory, and my belly ended up quite stuffed.
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