As some of you know, we have been in the process of moving lately. The only big thing we hadn't moved yet was the chest freezer. While we were emptying it out to move it yesterday, we got down into the refugee zone of misfit frozen things at the bottom. I found a vac-sealed bag that said, "Charlie Country Ham Scraps." It was the last remnants of that big, delicious Broadbent country ham that KyDawg sent me not long before he passed. 
That's been a minute. But, I thawed it out this morning, and through the magic of Kentucky ham curing and vacuum sealing technology, it was still fresh and very edible. So, I mixed up a batch of biscuits, cooked those lil ham remnants up very carefully with some redeye gravy, scrambled some eggs, and voila!
Thank you so much for who you were, Charlie, my friend; and wherever you are, I hope the sun is shining down through the longleaf pine boughs, the bobwhites are whistling, the Blanton's bottle never runs empty, and the Dawgs are playing on a continuous loop. I miss you, Bo$$.
That's been a minute. But, I thawed it out this morning, and through the magic of Kentucky ham curing and vacuum sealing technology, it was still fresh and very edible. So, I mixed up a batch of biscuits, cooked those lil ham remnants up very carefully with some redeye gravy, scrambled some eggs, and voila!
Thank you so much for who you were, Charlie, my friend; and wherever you are, I hope the sun is shining down through the longleaf pine boughs, the bobwhites are whistling, the Blanton's bottle never runs empty, and the Dawgs are playing on a continuous loop. I miss you, Bo$$.
