I cooked last night.
Yes, this is a blog-worthy event.
I made breakfast for dinner. Biscuits — from a can, I admit — and milk gravy.
Here in New York City, the term ‘milk gravy’ is greeted with much confusion. So I will explain further in case you are also reading this with your head cocked to the side in bewilderment.
In a skillet on medium heat, I browned flour in vegetable oil. (Bacon grease is the first choice, but I didn’t have any.) To the flour, I added milk, stirring constantly over low heat.
Now, during this process, there was a lot of adjusting — how much oil, how much flour, how much milk. I even added some water at the end to thin the gravy…plus salt and pepper to taste.
But, I must say, the final product was nothing short of amazing.
Filling? Yes. Heavy? Oh yes. I even added bacon to the plate, so there’s nothing about this meal that my doctor recommends.
But it does a heart good to enjoy such a feast on a good, damp New York City night.
