Here's my hushpuppy story.
When I was in the Air Force, because of my career field, I had to spend a lot of time at Keesler AFB in Biloxi, Mississippi. As someone who likes to be alone a lot and gets bored easily, I used to spend my weekends driving up into the state quite a bit, just looking at the little towns and finding interesting places to eat and see.
I found a diner I liked, maybe 90 minutes or so north, middle of nowhere, so I started going there every Saturday. I'm an early riser, so even at that distance, I'd get there right after they'd open, and it was always the same waitress working the counter at that time. Over the several weeks that I was there, we got to know each other a little bit.
On my last Saturday before leaving to go back to San Antonio, I went up, ordered breakfast, chatted with her a little (Gail), and as I was finishing up, I mentioned she wouldn't be seeing me any more, since I was heading back home.
"You wait right there! Don't go nowhere 'til I get back!"
I waited for several minutes, and finally, she came back with a big greasy sack full of hushpuppies. I swear, these things were the size of oranges. They were huge.
She said, "We don't usually serve these until later, but he's already got the batter together, and it's kind of what we're know for around here, so you take those so you have something to eat in the car. That's a long drive."
Goes without saying, she wouldn't take any money for them, and I probably ate three or four, just on the drive back to the base, because they're best right out of the grease.
