Mississippi Memaw
July 1 at 7:11 PM ·If you grew up in the South, especially near a corner store or gas station with a dusty fan spinning on the ceiling and RC Cola in the cooler, chances are you know exactly what I’m talking about when I say “stage planks.” Those cookies that weren’t exactly a cake, not quite a biscuit, but somehow just right. Like a hug from your grandma in plastic wrap.
Stage planks aren’t fancy. They don’t come from a boutique bakery or have some gourmet label. They come from the heart of Southern tradition, usually wrapped in cellophane, stacked two to a pack, and sitting right next to the MoonPies and pickled sausage.
They’ve got a gingerbread-type base—just firm enough to hold up in the Mississippi heat—but soft enough to break in half with a satisfying snap. It’s sweet, nostalgic, and slightly mysterious.
Ask anyone who grew up eating them and you’ll get the same response: “Lord, I haven’t had a stage plank in years!” They’re the kind of snack that makes you remember the sound of a screen door slamming, the hum of a box fan, or sitting on the porch steps with your cousins after walking to the store barefoot (even though your mama told you not to).
Stage planks are more than a snack. They’re a time machine. A Southern staple. A pink frosting covered memory of simpler days and sweet tooths that knew no limits.
If you ever see a pack, grab it. Take a bite. Let it remind you where you’re from, and just how sweet the South can be.
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