Fried mush was a staple in our house when we were growing up. As I recall, it was often served for "supper," along with plenty of bacon and eggs and toast. I always felt sorry for Mother, who stood at the stove, frying away for all the rest of the family. She was the last to sit down and eat. You can buy this ready to fry in the supermarket, but there's nothing like homemade.
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