I tried to read and comment on blogs using my Fire. (But had very little success while in Durham)
WE ate a lot of gravy in our families growing up. Sherry’s dad and mom could make gravy. Mama wouldn’t let dad close to the kitchen, except to eat. She knew how to stave off a disaster.
(Mama’s gravy was never served in a cute pouring server, earlier she did not have one)
I heard many tales of the times they had gravy only; sometimes with dried beans. The cheapest meat was ‘fat-back’, most gravies were made with that.
By the time I really knew there had been hard times, most of them were gone. BUT the gravy remained. There was squirrel, rabbit, quail, chicken, ham, milk gravy, water gravy and some mystery gravy (in the military).
There was gravy with most of our meals. White, brown and red-eye gravy. No matter what animal I brought in mama could make gravy to go with it. She make the best squirrel gravy.
Once I tried my hand at raising quail, I was in the 7th grade. I had not sold any but I had raised about 14-15 and they were about ready to sell. BUT my best friend, Ace my dog, had different ideas. He got in the pen and killed all of them, I caught him as he was pulling the head off the last one. He did not eat them. Ace was a cocker spaniel and had a sense to hunt birds (especially chickens).
Mama showed me how to clean them and we had quail for supper, and GOOD quail gravy.
Daddy's favorite was the ‘red-eye’ gravy from ham or bacon grease.
Every once in awhile mama would make ‘Hoover Gravy’. That was a little fat back grease, water and flour. It was a brown gravy and it wasn’t bad ‘sopping’ gravy. To be honest, I was way-grown before I saw a biscuit split with gravy over it. We always ‘sopped’ gravy.
It must be uncouth to sop gravy, I couldn’t find a picture of a kid sopping gravy.
Instead of Georgia, I just got Gravy on my mind.
Continuing Autos to 1958, I called some of these tanks, my grandson says they are Boats.
Most kids followed the T-Bird and the Vette. Some of us could not understand the T-Bird growing in size (still don’t)