I’ve never really been much of a breakfast eater, nor much of a cook. But most of the times that I do remember eating breakfast, it was a homemade breakfast of biscuits, bacon, sausage, and of course gravy. It’s been well over a year now since I’ve had something that would even resemble in the slightest my Mom’s breakfast that she used to cook. So this may have taken 4 tries to get it right, but the gravy that Chase and I both had a hand in making this morning, was perfect!
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