Food and the memories it conjures up is priceless, isn’t it? Growing up I was blessed with a mother who loved to cook and she is a fabulous cook. We spent many a weekend at the Lake of the Ozarks at our lake home. It was a precious time filled with happy moments. Cooking and tradition run strong but seemed to be etched forever in those lake meals. Every Sunday morning we enjoyed Biscuits and Sausage Gravy. How awesome is that?
It was my dad’s favorite. He would rise early, go fishing by himself and know that when he returned my mom would have biscuits and gravy along side a hot, steaming cup of coffee waiting for him. It was perhaps one of my favorite times of the week.
While my dad recently passed away and our family is in the midst of deep grief, it is comforting to know that I can return to all those warm, wonderful memories with the stir of a spoon in the thickened gravy. That gravy will become a glorious crown for the warm country biscuits. Enough said. [Read more…]
