I’m going to make a batch of sausage gravy for breakfast this morning. Biscuits and gravy always makes the day start off happy. I could cook up a full on perfect breakfast — B&G, eggs over easy, fried potatoes, and bacon — but my waistline and arteries are already a bit tight.
We went and stocked up the pantry yesterday. It is the first giant shopping trip since early in the pandemic. The freezer is restocked with meat, the larder with can goods and necessities. We may be out of money, but we won’t starve.
No politics today. That is good or bad. You decide. I’m always under the impression you don’t care for my soapbox rantings, yet those posts have the highest number of hits. If I knew what people wanted, this blog would be far more popular.
I read in Rolling Stone that Fat in Indiana readers are the best readers in the country.
Thanks Bob Seger for that reference.
You might think that obscure reference to a live album would be a great segue to a musical selection by the Detroit rocker. You would be wrong. Instead, this song has been looping through my brainpan since I woke up:
It is, after all, Monday morning. Have a good one.
2 comments:
I just had finished a plate of biscuits and gravy when I opened up your blog. Don't make this often but sure love it. Good eating.
I like all your posts. Sometimes, your rant is just right. I read them to Tommy each time.
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