Made a breakfast this morning that would make my Southern grandfather proud. Tall, fluffy buttermilk biscuits, sausage gravy and eggs.
And grapefruit juice. I remember being a little kid and my grandmother drinking gfj, which I just couldn’t understand. When did this start tasting so good? And does this mean I’m now officially old? (I can hear Melody say it now, “Drinking grapefruit juice doesn’t mean you’re old. You’re old because you’re so ancient, not because of the grapefruit juice.”)
And I made the biscuits in the round glass cake pan that Dan found for me at an estate sale in Portland. Glass bakeware makes me happy. Thanks, Dan!
I *love* biscuits and gravy. I make them about once a year, usually around Christmas :). What sausage do you use?
It’s when you start liking prune juice that you should worry ;-).
Being from poor white trash stock from the deep south, my default choice for breakfast sausage tends to be Jimmy Dean, in the plasticky tube.
But, I have made sausage gravy without any sausage at all. Some saved bacon fat (what, doesn’t everyone save drippings from bacon?) and some sage and black pepper will scratch the itch of sausage flavor when I have failed to stock the fridge and can’t be bothered to run to the market before eating.
This morning, the sausage was some link (removed from the casing and crumbled) that the chickie-babe picked up from Trader Joe’s. I was not fond of it at all, and would steer away from that in the future.
Jimmy Dean sausage is my default choice as well. It’s *perfect* for biscuits and gravy, and for my turkey stuffing!
I don’t cook bacon that often anymore, but saving the drippings (if I’m not using them for what I’m cooking) is automatic. In a coffee can.
I save bacon drippings. 🙂 I also make tasty biscuits. Mmm, biscuits! But not with gravy.
you like grapefruit juice now because your taste buds are less sensitive. When you were a kid it was probably way too bitter for you. There’s a reason kids only like beige food.
See, it’s not you that’s ancient, it’s only your taste buds. Don’tcha feel better now?
I think you’re about six months younger than I am, and since I refuse to grow up, you can’t possibly be ancient. 🙂