Sunday, January 16, 2011

Sunday Mornings

I'm missing my Grandmother this morning. Whenever I think about her or miss her. I make some of her favorite meals, fried chicken, greens and cornbread with mash potatoes and gravy for dinner or biscuits and gravy for breakfast. This morning it's biscuits and gravy, a family favorite. It is one of the few breakfast foods that everyone will eat. I remember when I moved back to Pennsylvania for a brief while, she used to call me and tell me "Terry, I'm making biscuits and gravy for breakfast. Why don't you and the kids come over for some breakfast?" It's kind of a tradition. My Granny made biscuits and gravy, my grandmother made it, my mother made it, and now I make biscuits and gravy. Then when my children grow up, biscuits and gravy will remind them of home. I wonder which one of my children will learn how to make biscuits and gravy to carry on the tradition. I make the gravy the way my Grandmother did, from the bacon grease. It may be a heart attack on a plate, but it sure is good. It's funny how certain foods can remind you of your family. She must have been with me this morning because it turned out really good.


  1. In a similar vein (but no less sincere or heartfelt), I miss my grandmother, too. She made the best macaroni and cheese. Plus, she always had a case of 'Old Milwaukee' in her fridge.

  2. Ahhh... and you miss her mac & cheese too. Huh?


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