I mentioned recently attending my friend Allison’s birth. Afterward, Allison’s father-in-law sent us a gift package from Thompson Farms. It contained the best bacon and sausage (we haven’t eaten the ham yet) I’ve ever tasted. Like a good Southern girl, I hated the thought of letting those sausage drippings go to waste, so I saved them.
A few years ago I decided it was beneath my dignity as a cook to buy Bisquick. I can make buttery melt-in-your-mouth homemade biscuits from scratch, I just don’t do it very often. As a result, we haven’t eat biscuits much over the past few years.
Earlier this week I saw Bisquick on the shelf at the grocery store and remembered the drop biscuits I used to make. And then I remembered those sausage drippings. Lately we’ve been desperate for a little variety at lunch. After all, you can only eat so many PB & Js and grilled cheese before you start to gag at the thought.
Today at 11:30 I pulled out my apron and my newly-purchased box of Bisquick. The kids were curious. I am ashamed to admit that when I told them we were having biscuits and gravy for lunch, my 6- and 7-year-olds asked what gravy was. I have obviously completely dropped the ball if they have to ask.
We devoured 20 biscuits and a double batch of sausage gravy. When I took my first bite, I felt like I was sitting in my grandmother’s kitchen again. I was “home” in a way only food could take me – back to my gravy-soaked roots.
Hi Dawn, I loved your post. I grew up with gravy, my mama grew up with gravy and my grandmama grew up with gravy. You get the picture. I am a lover of biscuit help mix. If I didn’t use it, we’d never have biscuits. Given the fact that they’re best with gravy or jam, however, maybe that’s not such a bad thing…
beth
Hi!
We have definitely hit the overload point on PB&J’s, Mac-cheese from the box, and lunch meat ham… UGH! You inspire me to try something new for our lunch break from school!
🙂 Jill
Mmm…biscuits and gravy is one of my dad’s specialties. We save drippings around here, too, but we mix it in suet for the birds. Oh well. At least someone gets to enjoy it, I guess.
PBJs do get old after awhile, don’t they? The kids could go forever on them. I started making myself some different kinds of chicken once a week, dicing it and storing it in a tupperware dish. Then I have a nice salad while the kids eat their favorite lunch.