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.

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