Brings back memories of Sunday morning fried biscuits with apple butter. Before a fire destroyed the historic building and the murals, there was a great buffet restaurant in downtown Spencer, where I grew up. It took me years to learn house to pronounce the name. Perhaps it would have helped to know the Swedish roots of "smorgasbord." All I knew was that they served an impressive variety of breakfast food, which has been, still is and ever will be my favorite comfort food. Waffles, sausage links, bacon, scrambled eggs with cheese...those unforgettable fried biscuits dripping with thick, cinnamony apple butter. Biscuits and gravy that sold out as soon as the truckers and the church crowd walked in. We used to go as a family on Sunday mornings after church, sit in the back room (non-smoking) with the big blue mural and I would eat my sausage while imagining what the painter must have daydreamed about...
I know what I will dream about tonight. Scrapple and plate-sized pancakes, a big crackled red plastic cup filled with chocolate milk, my Mom's iron-skillet eggs. And waking up to more rain, I'll slip into my Havaianas and trudge down to the bakery to try to make a Brazilian breakfast equivalent before church...but it won't fill that hole in my stomach. Some recipes need more than just ingredients.
Anyone know where I can find extract of Mom's kitchen?