This morning, we had a typical Southern Breakfast at a Cracker Barrel Old Country Store. This is a nationwide chain that combines food with a store where they sell the kind of thing for which there is a fabulous word in Swiss German: “Ginggernillis”, meaning junk, trash, kitsch, whatchamacallits, in other words stuff that is ideal for people with, let’s say, uh, unusual taste. Cracker Barrel stores also have a thing about rocking chairs: you can purchase the one you’ve been sitting in (or any other one, for that matter). The breakfast was actually delicious: what makes it southern is the fact that the traditional rolls or muffins are replaced by biscuits, and that there is grits on the menu. I’m not a great fan of grits, but biscuits are tasty if you stay away from the gravy.