My next to last trip was through Mississippi and Louisiana, bastions of fat people eating the food that made them that way. And now I'm one of them. Above you see a Waffle House menu and the end result of perusing it: biscuits and gravy. Not as good as yours, Mom, but that didn't stop me from glomping them down without regard for health or appearance. And the litany begins...
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