Virginia Ham Biscuit
Virginia country ham is cured and aged for months until it is too salty to eat alone. The bland, fatty buttermilk biscuit exists to make a meat that intense edible, shaved paper-thin into the seam.
Virginia country ham is cured and aged for months until it is too salty to eat alone. The bland, fatty buttermilk biscuit exists to make a meat that intense edible, shaved paper-thin into the seam.
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