A few weeks ago, the husband and I made the road trip from the suburbs of Detroit down to Knoxville, Tennessee, for his brother’s wedding. The nine-hour drive down was nice–except for some random construction traffic in Ohio, and a few Apocalyptic-looking thunderstorms complete with torrential downpours while driving through the Smokies–but hey, no road trip is complete without a little white-knuckle driving, right?
The wedding was lovely, the people were kind, and our hotel accommodations were pleasant enough, but what I really took away from the trip was the food. I wish we had been able to stay long enough to really experience some of the true southern cooking staples, but the meals we did have time to savor really stuck with me.
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