Sunday Routine

I always find it interesting that my children, products of Asia that they are, have distinctly Southern taste in food. Fried chicken? Check. Cornbread? Check. Hominy? Check. The funniest thing to me, though, is their complete infatuation with sausage gravy and biscuits. Barely a Sunday goes by that I don't make this for them (and then I recycle it through the week, although thankfully we're now going through a Honey Nut Cheerios phase - much less work for Mom).

I learned to make biscuits at the knee of the master, better known as Ellen Bell Tuohy, but got my sausage gravy training from Claire. I'm not sure where she picked it up considering the fact that her dear mother would probably have run naked down Old Georgetown Road before she would have served sausage gravy, even to the dog. Not for people of our class, dear. At any rate, it is more technique than recipe - brown a package of sausage (Jimmy Dean's is the preferred brand unless you can get homemade from someone), add flour and mix until you don't see white any more, pour in milk to cover the sausage, add LOTS of salt and freshly ground pepper (this is key), then simmer until it is thick enough to pour over the biscuits.

This is deliciousness of the variety that makes you want to go out and plow the lower forty after you've finished eating it. That, or go back to bed and nap until next Sunday...

p.s. It isn't possible to take a picture of biscuits and gravy that doesn't look like dog food, so for that I apologize.