I am standing in my kitchen cooking sausage and grits for breakfast and thinking of my grandmother. When I was a child, she would sometimes cook us a breakfast of sausage, grits, and biscuits – homemade biscuits. It was so long ago, but I can remember the taste and texture of the biscuits. I remember her oven. I remember the jelly she used to make and store in mason jars on shelves under the counter. Childhood Memories.

I wish I had some of those biscuits right now.