The Mistah has a tshirt that asks, “Got Biscuits?” It was a souvenir from our trip to Nashville after he returned from his first deployment. That was also right around the same time that we signed away thirty years of our life to M&T Mortgage for a corner parcel off of Exit 51. So between sampling a fraction of the many, many beverages available at The Flying Saucer, and the insanity that comes with signing on that dotted line, my memories of Nashville are jumbled. I distinctly remember exactly four things: Continue reading “Got Biscuits?”
Bon Appetit Hon 