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A southern breakfast – biscuits

I was reminded last night that the idea of “going out to dinner”, or any meal for that matter, is a relatively modern phenomenon. Growing up—even when my parents were still together—going out to dinner was an Occasion, and something that happened perhaps 3-4 times annually. Today, it seems like I eat out more than I eat at home, and regardless of the merits of having access to a plethora of cuisines to chose from, I find something missing when I’m not home. That means I’m going to try eating at home a lot more and while it comes with the primary satisfaction of my own cooking, it also comes with a secondary bonus: less money.

So in my continuing saga of cooking for myself again, I bring you … breakfast.

My mom is from Kentucky, and for those without a bit of history, Kentucky is most certainly the South. As such, any weekend breakfast invariably involved biscuits and something. There was never a question about the biscuits; forgetting the biscuits would be no better than forgetting your manners. Now that I am back home more, I intend to get back into making biscuits more regularly, and eating at home more. For me, nothing could go better with biscuits than sawmill gravy. A simple thing, but ladled over fresh biscuits and you can just see the result:

Little more than the result of sausage, flour, milk and a hefty amount of fresh pepper. If you can make a roux, you can make sawmill gravy. And, since you can’t make just 2 biscuits, I had to have a little something sweet:

The world’s best apricot jam on some pretty decent biscuits. I’ll post the biscuit recipe in another post.

Breakfast is served.