I was transferred to Connecticut while in the US Navy. A guy came in to do some work on the house I was renting with my buddies. He saw me fixing biscuits and gravy and said “That’s poor man’s food.”
I know that biscuits and gravy is a staple in the south where I was raised, but I never got that hankering. In our house when I was young, my grandmother would have us poke a hole down in the biscuit and wallow it out and she would take homemade butter and and honey or cane syrup and mix it together and we would fill up that hole, and eat it like dessert.
I could never break that habit.
But I don’t look down on anybody who eats gravy on their biscuit. I mean, it’s biscuits … and gravy … what could go wrong.
I was transferred to Connecticut while in the US Navy. A guy came in to do some work on the house I was renting with my buddies. He saw me fixing biscuits and gravy and said “That’s poor man’s food.”
Yankees, what can you say?
I know that biscuits and gravy is a staple in the south where I was raised, but I never got that hankering. In our house when I was young, my grandmother would have us poke a hole down in the biscuit and wallow it out and she would take homemade butter and and honey or cane syrup and mix it together and we would fill up that hole, and eat it like dessert.
I could never break that habit.
But I don’t look down on anybody who eats gravy on their biscuit. I mean, it’s biscuits … and gravy … what could go wrong.