“A lot of stereotypical Tennessee things happened on that trip…”
A couple summers ago, I piled into a camper van with a few friends and headed for Great Smoky Mountains National Park. The first night we pulled into Gatlinburg on the fringe of the park and on a whim I bought a cast iron pan and a couple groceries for breakfast. The next morning, before everyone woke up, I blackened some tomatillos and jalapeños over our campfire and made a hash with a little salsa verde. A lot of stereotypical Tennessee things happened on that trip, we swigged Jack and sang country in Nashville, ate perfect fried catfish in Dickson, and saw Willie Nelson play for three hours under the stars. It has been a couple years now, but when we all get back together, we seem to talk about that breakfast in the Smoky Mountains above all of it. I’m pretty sure my breakfast was average at best, but I guess there’s something about a smoldering campfire, wiping the morning dew off your seat and plunking down to fresh bacon and eggs with good friends that’s tough to forget.
Reggie Milligan, Co-Founder
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