(Photograph copyright 2010 by Dan Routh)Biscuits were an everyday staple on farm tables when I was growing up in Grays Chapel, North Carolina, but these days they are more of an occasional treat. My daughter-in-law, Christine, baked these on Sunday morning for a country breakfast. My son Tristan is a lucky man.
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I want some biscuits... and grits. I want some damn grits.
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