Taste of the Country
Growing up in a town of 1,200 people with one stoplight, a McDonald's, and a small Italian restaurant did not exactly allow my tastebuds to flourish when I was young. Every week was the same: Monday was pizza and wings because my mom cleaned the house all day, Thursday my stepdad made "Smash Sandwiches" consisting of delicious deli meat smothered in ranch dressing with fries smashed into the whole concoction, and the rest of the week my mom cooked. We sat at the table every night and discussed our day while finishing our usual meals that consisted of a meat, a vegetable, and a grain.
