To me, a Farmhouse Table evokes memories of growing up on a
large NC Farm – with one of my Mama’s huge farm breakfasts
spread out in the center of the table.
Platters of eggs, country ham and crispy bacon, a big bowl of grits
and a gravy boat filled with red-eye gravy.
Stacks of pancakes, homemade buttermilk biscuits and
plenty of molasses for sopping.
(If’n you don’t know what “sopping” is – ask a Southerner.)
As much as these breakfasts were about the food – it was more
about family. My Mama and Daddy’s Farmhouse Table
was where we talked about the coming day’s events – celebrated
birthday’s, laughed with each other – cried with each other.
And generally, shared our lives together.