Yesterday morning, while driving home from Atlanta, I got off the interstate in Macon hoping to find a Starbucks. I found something else instead. Jeneane’s Cafe at 524 Mulberry Street. Breakfast had just ended, so I walked up to the cafeteria-style lunch line and paused to absorb the choices of down-home Southern cooking presented before me. I finally asked the nice, patient lady for pork loin and stuffing, with sides of black-eyed peas, fried okra and two biscuits.
