Beth Bruno, let’s not forget southern breakfast. Entire cities of monuments could be erected to that Glory.

My family moved from Ohio to northern Alabama when I was a child, my father invited to become the pastor of a local church in Gadsden.

My first memory after a long and very tiring road trip was sitting down to breakfast with a church family.

I was blown away by the experience. Grits and eggs. Biscuits and red-eye gravy. Sausages that burst with flavor. Corn bread slathered with butter.

I came to know and love many southern foods after that breakfast experience, but nothing really came quite close.

Now that’s heritage! Especially compared to oatmeal and cold cereal with milk. ;-)