It’s unfortunate there are people who will go through life thinking only Log Cabin or Bob White syrup belong on hot, homemade biscuits. People around Tompkinsville know better. Kermit Dubree has had a good deal to do with the culinary experience among his neighbors. He’s a sorghum maker. Not everyday now because that would be simply too much for any man. Once a year is just fine. Cutting of the cane, grinding it down and then cooking and stirring crams a week’s work into one day. Kermit, his brother, relatives and friends spread the chores, sweating more than a September day calls for with the hot fire needed to cook what starts as a green liquid. In the early afternoon rock music blares from a pick-up truck’s radio. It’s a station from nearby Tennessee that seems strangely out of place. Disruptive. As the sun moves over the sky, what once was a stalk of cane thickens and turns a rich, golden shade.It’s unfortunate there are people who will go through life thinking only Log Cabin or Bob White syrup belong on hot, homemade biscuits. People around Tompkinsville know better. Kermit Dubree has had a good deal to do with the culinary experience among his neighbors. He’s a sorghum maker. Not everyday now because that would be simply too much for any man. Once a year is just fine. Cutting of the cane, grinding it down and then cooking and stirring crams a week’s work into one day. Kermit, his brother, relatives and friends spread the chores, sweating more than a September day calls for with the hot fire needed to cook what starts as a green liquid. In the early afternoon rock music blares from a pick-up truck’s radio. It’s a station from nearby Tennessee that seems strangely out of place. Disruptive. As the sun moves over the sky, what once was a stalk of cane thickens and turns a rich, golden shade.It’s unfortunate there are people who will go through life thinking only Log Cabin or Bob White syrup belong on hot, homemade biscuits. People around Tompkinsville know better. Kermit Dubree has had a good deal to do with the culinary experience among his neighbors. He’s a sorghum maker. Not everyday now because that would be simply too much for any man. Once a year is just fine. Cutting of the cane, grinding it down and then cooking and stirring crams a week’s work into one day. Kermit, his brother, relatives and friends spread the chores, sweating more than a September day calls for with the hot fire needed to cook what starts as a green liquid. In the early afternoon rock music blares from a pick-up truck’s radio. It’s a station from nearby Tennessee that seems strangely out of place. Disruptive. As the sun moves over the sky, what once was a stalk of cane thickens and turns a rich, golden shade.It’s unfortunate there are people who will go through life thinking only Log Cabin or Bob White syrup belong on hot, homemade biscuits. People around Tompkinsville know better. Kermit Dubree has had a good deal to do with the culinary experience among his neighbors. He’s a sorghum maker. Not everyday now because that would be simply too much for any man. Once a year is just fine. Cutting of the cane, grinding it down and then cooking and stirring crams a week’s work into one day. Kermit, his brother, relatives and friends spread the chores, sweating more than a September day calls for with the hot fire needed to cook what starts as a green liquid. In the early afternoon rock music blares from a pick-up truck’s radio. It’s a station from nearby Tennessee that seems strangely out of place. Disruptive. As the sun moves over the sky, what once was a stalk of cane thickens and turns a rich, golden shade.It’s unfortunate there are people who will go through life thinking only Log Cabin or Bob White syrup belong on hot, homemade biscuits. People around Tompkinsville know better. Kermit Dubree has had a good deal to do with the culinary experience among his neighbors. He’s a sorghum maker. Not everyday now because that would be simply too much for any man. Once a year is just fine. Cutting of the cane, grinding it down and then cooking and stirring crams a week’s work into one day. Kermit, his brother, relatives and friends spread the chores, sweating more than a September day calls for with the hot fire needed to cook what starts as a green liquid. In the early afternoon rock music blares from a pick-up truck’s radio. It’s a station from nearby Tennessee that seems strangely out of place. Disruptive. As the sun moves over the sky, what once was a stalk of cane thickens and turns a rich, golden shade.Unfortunately there is no info with this photo.
