It’s Saturday morning, and mama needs breakfast. Nothing welcomes the weekend quite like biscuits and gravy.
During my college days I took quite a few psychology classes (that is my jam, you know), and in one of the classes, our professor was showing us some relaxation techniques. One technique was to close your eyes and go back to a happy memory. My brain immediately took me back to waking up on Saturday morning, smelling the homemade biscuits and gravy, and nothing to do on the agenda except relaxing. That smell means “home” to me.
I’m not living in my mom’s house anymore – oh, how I miss the cooking and wonderfully cleaned house where I didn’t have to lift a finger.
I can still achieve the same nirvana by making this recipe, and guess what? They aren’t complicated at all! I wish the same could be said for this house work……