Gravy, Gone to the Dogs
Erma Bombeck once said that in her family, gravy was considered a beverage. I can relate to this. I mean, I know exactly what she was thinking, because in my family, gravy was not only considered a beverage, it was considered sacred, especially at holiday time.
My mother, many of you know her as Flossie, made the best pan drippings, brown gravy—ever. Her gravy was so good that my sisters and I refuse to even attempt to replicate it at our own holiday meals.