ed and i spent time in kentucky over thanksgiving to visit my parents and then his. i'll spare you the week later shots of a chopped up turkey, or maybe i won't, but mostly i took photos of the farm i grew up on.
we spent the day riding four wheelers, running on hay bales, sidestepping cow pies, and chasing chickens around the barn. the air smelled of dried leaves and tobacco barns (with a hint of cow manure) and the days were long and slow.
i have yet to eat at a southern style restaurant in new york city that has decent biscuits. i'm not even sure what the secret is but maybe the answer is more butter. also, when in doubt, add bacon fat to mostly everything.