Nothing says country living like the smell of fresh homemade biscuits in the oven. Waking up at Granny’s house meant the smell of hot homemade biscuits, homegrown bacon, and heavenly dripped coffee. Even after all these years, these smells transport me back in time to a young girl crawling from beneath handmade quilts and skipping to the kitchen to find love and breakfast. Who knew then how precious those days would become.
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