The reminiscing lately about my grandmothers ability, or lack of ability, to cook has had me aching for some of the things she could cook well. So, last night when most people were probably grilling out or having dinner at an outdoor restaurant patio, I was craving smothered pork chops and fried corn. Down and dirty country food. Soul food. Food for the soul.
I wanted a good dressing or stuffing as a bed for the slow braised smothered pork chops, so I pulled all of my bread scraps out of the freezer, the ones I always intend to save for Thanksgiving, but never do. I had ciabatta, baguettes, biscuits, cornbread, sandwich bread, and even some raisin bread. I tore them into cubes and toasted them in the oven to dry out.