The southern girl in me showed up tonight. I made sausage gravy and biscuits for dinner. Oh, and it was luscious too! SO unhealthy, but SO yummy, and once in a while, that is A-OK if you ask me.

It is funny, because Tim always alludes to me as "Cheryl Lynn," with a southern drawl, and my dad's family is originally from the Blue Ridge Mountain area, more so "the holler" in Virginia, so the roots are there. But seriously, I didn't grow up in a home steeped in southern values and food or anything. In fact, I only traveled to see those relatives once or twice in my childhood. Those trips weren't even necessarily good memories. One involved a bad experience with a cousin who dared me to eat dog food, and another, a tick in a rather embarrassing place. Still, with all of that baggage, I am just drawn, at times, to southern cooking. Bring on the grits! Bring on the greens! Pile up the fried chicken, and if it's gonna be pie, may it be pecan!

And be sure to have #911 on speed dial!