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.
Kevin D. McCann 