So good, so bad for you
I woke up this morning with a craving for Tennessee sausage, which means my trip south must be coming up soon. For some reason, sausage patties in Maryland (and, yes, they have to be patties) never taste as good as they do in Tennessee -- even when I buy Tennessee Pride brand in the supermarket. I usually eat a fairly Spartan breakfast, but Tennessee sausage demands biscuits split, buttered, toasted and eaten with homemade jelly or jam.
