In the kind of household I grew up in, gravy was considered a condiment fit to put on almost anything - biscuits, eggs, toast, chicken, ham, potatoes, etc. Hell, it was practically considered a beverage. Mine was a very blue collar home, meaning we weren't wiping our asses with hundred dollar bills, and gravy was often used to "round out a meal." That probably explains a lot about my figure, actually.
Now's the time that you'll toddle on over to ManBQue for fulfillment of your wildest gravy fantasies.
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1 comments:
What a gorgeous picture. I love how the bacon sort of glimmers at you.
mmmmm bacon.
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