I remember in my younger days, stopping in at an old country store along a back road in Edgefield, S.C. It was run by an old couple that always looked forward to people coming in during the day. In the center of the store was a pot-bellied stove with orange crates to sit on as you warm yourself. On the counter next to the screened door was a large block of cracker barrel cheese (no relation to the restaurant) and a chunk of that cheese with a thick slice of fried burnt bologna they cooked in their back room kitchen made for a great lunch.