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December 23, 2006
Chocolate and Gravy
You know what's a bad idea? Going for a three-hour road trip with a nearly-three-year-old who recently stole the Advent calendar and ate the last seven pieces of chocolate.
Yeah, I know. It should have been three pieces. We were running behind. Now we're ahead because a toddler who's stolen an Advent calendar will eat every last piece, regardless of the number on the door.
On the plus side, when I busted her, the first thing Clara Jane said was, "Hey Mommy? Would you like a chocolate?" as she extended the final, half-eaten candy to me. The little thief does have manners.
The ensuing road trip and the napless day that followed contained a degree of toddler psychosis never before witnessed by our family.
Do you know why throw pillows are called "throw" pillows? Because they're just perfect for a toddler with severe chocolate intoxication to throw! Around the living room! Repeatedly!
Shortly before dinner, she refused clothing, and ran laps through the house, grabbing pieces of fried chicken with each 35 mph run past the dinner table.
It's too bad she didn't grab fistfuls of gravy, because damn if we don't have an overabundance.
I think the problem's because today is December 23rd, and my mother and I have a history of December 23rd kitchen fiascos. Tonight, Mom made her ass-kicking awesome fried chicken, mashed taters, green beans, biscuits, and gravy.
Now, gravy is an art, no different than mastering any French sauce. That's right - hillbilly gravy has the same basis as fancy-pants French sauces. Hot, flavorful fat + flour + liquid = hillbilly gravy/fancy-pants French sauces. It took me a long time to master gravy. Truth be told, I did better with French sauces in culinary school than I did with gravy. Gravy required many phone calls to my gravy-making ancestors.
But oh, the torch has been passed.
Seems that my mom didn't think to drain off all but a few tablespoons of the chicken-frying grease. Granted, this was pan-fried chicken, not deep-fried, but still. The amount of grease required to pan-fry chicken will make enough gravy for bathing.
She kept adding giant spoons of flour, but still the gravy spattered and gurgled. I stood over her shoulder, watching in horror as the gravy grew. And grew. And grew until finally, I had to say it:
"Step aside, Mom. I'll save us from the gravy."
And I did but it was a bittersweet save. Bittersweet with a dash of black pepper and lots of creamy, chickeny goodness.
Do you want some gravy? Because we've got some. Oh, we have so damn much gravy. It's too bad my granny's dog, Lady, died six years ago, because that dog lived on gravy. In Lady's absence, the following uses for our mass of leftover gravy have been proposed:
- Biscuits and gravy for breakfast everyday until we die, which should happen from cardiac arrest no later than Wednesday.
- Gravycakes, made by pouring the gravy, batter-like, onto a hot griddle. Serve with hot syrup.
- Gravypie - a rich graham cracker crust filled with gravy.
- Gravysicles, because nothing's more refreshing on a hot summer day.
- My gravyshake brings all the boys to the yard and they're like, totally speechless because shit, that's a lot of gravy!
- Gravysoup
- Gravy Mignon - Since the gravy's still about the consistancy of concrete, cut with round cutters, wrap in bacon, and serve with a side of asparagus with gravy.
- Gravy Advent calendar.
Posted by Robin at December 23, 2006 10:51 PM
Comments
You can pour some gravy on the floor in Slip and Slide fashion so that Clara Jane can reach speeds of 75mph during her chicken runs!
And I would pay about $8.35 for a gravycake with a side of gravy!
Posted by: Angie at December 24, 2006 07:44 AM
"My Gravyshake!" I love it!!!
Hmmmm, I wonder what a Gravy Pot Pie would be like.
Posted by: Debbie at December 24, 2006 11:20 AM
I'm thinking a gravy sundae would be mighty fine!
Posted by: Dixie at December 25, 2006 05:28 PM
Mmm...gravy advent calendar. Just wanted to pop in and say hi since things have been hectic. Boxing Day is finding everyone here in the Baxter household to be quite bitchy. Too much family fun, me thinks.
Posted by: Exena at December 26, 2006 06:32 AM
Sister! You are my long-lost sister!
When I was growing up, gravy was a beverage -
which explains the ocean liner of a hind end that I now sport..
Posted by: pharmgirl at December 26, 2006 09:32 AM
Mmm anytime you want to get rid of gravy just bring it on downtown. I'll bet you didn't know that civil servants veins run with gravy. Actually probably a 50/50 mix of gravy and coffee.
Posted by: Amy in StL at December 26, 2006 01:43 PM




