No that’s not ‘Red devil gravy’? Well at least not from racist Cracker Barrel. Them WIGGAS put half a cup of coffee grinds to much. Yuck. Taste like poison! Never again. Maybe I’ll adopt an old school Granny let her teach me the kitchen layout FO’REAL. I’m gonna need it. The, glass case shielding the food from our breathe was covered w/ humidity..couldn’t really make out..a lot but one thing :GRAVY. And it was the right consistency . My throat is dry. I tried to swallow. Gravy. I didn’t manage to ask what was underneath the gravy, because I got distracted by the pile of sautéed peppers, onions in a DIFFERENT gravy, but gravy none the less.. Scrambled eggs, yeah, go head grandma put that on there. Is that greens right there? Well don’t hesitate lady. What kind? Mix? Kale/collard? Cool. Cool. Turkey or pork? WHO I’m kiddin’! Don’t answer me..Oh! Wait! Cornbread? Is that sweet cornbread like my grandmamas?! Did a grandmama make it in the back? Fo’ real? Put a couple of piles of that right there, no, right next to the gravy. Yeah. I don’t care if my food touch. Oh…Oh lawd.. Don’t ..I’m bout to cry… that ain’t no Mac n cheese. That’s a grandmas MACARONI & CHEESE. Don’t ignore them yams, baby girl along w/ 2-3 of them fluffy biscuits w/ fresh dairy butter and the Peach cobbler! Not with the thick crust & extra juice(gravy. Whatever) Listen. You married? Crossed my mind..but the wedding ring on those beautiful 80 year old brown hands told me I didn’t stand a chance. I kissed her anyway when she tried to give me back change for a $10. And, she’ll be able to fill up her tank or have bus fare for a month from the tip. I ignored the dirt floors, flies around The lightbulb dangling from a frayed wire in the ceiling. Hey! The door is open! Yeah, I slipped up and may have licked a finger. Broke they foot off in this here. But the nagging. “