Biscuits and Gravy

Mmm…doesn’t that sound good in that 100-degree weather we’re having? Piping hot, fresh-from-the-oven buttermilk biscuits slathered in creamy country gravy, flecked with cracked black pepper and spicy little bites of sausage. Mmm…refreshing.

Okay, so I’m working through a bit of my backlog. We really did have weather cool enough for baking merely two days ago, and I had those fluffy biscuits leftover from the chowder. They were great breakfast on Sunday morning, all stickin’ to my lumber-jacking ribs. The tomato slices provided the hit of much-needed acid (and vitamins) to the plate, slicing right through that rich gravy with surgeon-like precision.

Now, however, I can scarcely be arsed to sit in front of this computer for the moment it takes me to type this, let alone stand in front of a hot gas stove. It is fucking hot. It’s not a good look on me. Oh, sure, I can turn the aircon on. Except that my cat has been spraying the external unit all year long, and the delightful aroma of litterbox comes wafting in through the vents when I kick on that cool, cool air.

Also, I don’t get how people are all into grilling in hot weather. “Hey everyone, let’s all sit outside in Lucifer’s dank loins, gathered around a giant metal box full of fire!” And by the time it even starts to cool off a bit, the mosquitoes come out. Fuck that noise. I’m having a cocktail and salad from a bag.

Note: Since Judy asked for it, here’s the recipe for my biscuits.