This has nothing to do with writing, but I suppose it has a little something to do with Tennessee history. Sort of.
I found this old commercial for Tennessee Pride Sausage I wanted to share. When I was a kid, breakfast on Saturday mornings consisted of biscuits and gravy, scrambled eggs, and Tennessee Pride Sausage. (If I was at Grandma’s, sometimes there was chocolate gravy!) It’s the only brand my mother ever used and I’ve carried on the tradition in my own household. Once I brought home another brand for a change of pace, but my wife and children didn’t care for it. They only wanted Tennessee Pride. I’m sure it’s a tradition in other Southern households too.
The kids in our neighborhood loved this commercial. To this day, I can sing it all and do the instrumental fills without any practice. Great stuff! Thanks.
Brings back memories of my childhood. Love it.