My Mothers Mess

To you, this may just look like dinner, or maybe breakfast.

But to me….

This represents so much more. Growing up we called this dried beef gravy. I’ve heard some people eat it on toast and call it “shit on a single “.

This may be my favorite meal, a lover of carbs and worshiper of gravey, this is the perfect pair!

I don’t know how many times over my adult life, that I’ve begged and bargained for my mother to make this for me. Each time her expressing the time, above average abilities, and borderline nuisance it was. I’d buy the ingredients, clean the kitchen (Tidiness is not my strong suit), buy her coffee, feed her and my step dad then clean up after.

Never really paying attention, because, well it was difficult, so why?

I have an amazing husband, who is is damn near a culinary genius. I’m always trying to impress him with my cooking skills 😅.

One day he pointed out, that dried beef gravy that I would beg, barrow and steal for, was in fact, the same sausage gravy I make, but with dried beef in place of sausage!!!! What the hell??

That woman would make such a big deal over making me a meal that had 5 ingredients in it. She allowed me to think that there was no way I’d be able to match her skills.

Well, guess what’s for dinner tonight?!