One of my favorite summahtime memories was in college. I got a job on a film set in Maryland for a few days and instead of flying, which they offered, I took it as an opportunity to go on a solo road-trip through the south.
It wasn’t too far, actually, maybe six or seven hours. And instead of opting for highway only, I went for the route that took me on a lot of one lane roads, running straight through a bunch of small towns in North Carolina and Virginia.
I packed a large sweet tea, made a super long mix-CD and filled up my Jetta.
Nothing crazy happened. I stopped off at a diner, had hoecakes and ate Western North Carolina BBQ. At dusk, fireflies helped light up the roads. I listened to music my parents did. But mostly I remember thinking that everyone seemed so happy and normal and maybe this whole idea of moving to Los Angeles to work in the film industry, which is inherently sort of abnormal, was maybe flawed. Maybe they had it right and I had it all wrong.
I was born in the south and my family has lived there their whole lives but I don’t really consider myself southern, though I’m definitely southern-ish. I have a strong attraction to southern states, people and food. It was really no surprise that I went back to the south for college, North Carolina to be exact.
My first friend (and best friend ’til this day) at college was a svelte costume design major named Tre. We went everywhere together, including the cafeteria. Rumor had it that our school was just one grade above prison food, which as you know re: Orange is The New black is BAD. Naturally since we were in the south, they had pimento cheese at the salad bar. And everyday Tre would eat pimento cheese on white bread. EVERY SINGLE DAY. (I opted for cereal.) I honestly never touched the pimento cheese because if you think it looks a little scary now in my pictures, imagine how it looked at the ‘one grade above prison salad bar’. Rough.
1. Apparently I can get five hours of sleep and be totally fine the next day, which basically means I’m turning into my dad. I think as you get older, you need less sleep. (I have no idea if this is actually true.)
2. If I follow a dog on Instagram, and then MEET the dog in person, it’ll instantly make my week. I was driving down the street, on my way to get a smoovie, when I drove right past Arrow the Corgi. Of course, I spotted him because I spot all corgis, rolled down the window like the psycho that I am and was all like, “Is that Arrow the Corgi?!?!”
3. Lastly, I learned that the only thing better than a cookie is a big ass cookie the size of my face. Also, walnuts. They so belong in a gigantic chocolate chip cookie.
I’d like to tell you the reason why you should make this is because it’s easier (no scooping out dough), but let’s be honest, scooping out dough isn’t the most labor-intensive thing in the world.
I think this cookie is cool because it’s gigantic; it’s impressive and really it’s just kinda fun.
Drop biscuits are the lazy person’s biscuits. That’s how they should be advertised. There’s no kneading, no rolling out, no cutting out. No nothing. Just mix, drop and bake.
I’m currently in hardcore planning mode for my boyfriend’s birthday bbq this weekend. He wanted something low-key with just his closest friends and family so I said, OK, but I’m going to create a Pinterest board and maybe get a little psycho about the decorations because I’m me! He’s breaking out the smoker to smoke some pulled pork and beans and of course I’m making biscuits, Arnold Palmers and putting together a Bloody Mary Bar.
I was playing around with some other ideas besides my favorite classic biscuit recipe. I wanted something that had a bit funkier taste and I love the salty bacon.
Spicy Sausage Country Gravy with Buttermilk Biscuits…because you’re worth it, gurlfrien’.
This is the recipe I want to make/eat/eat/eat before all the stupid juice cleanses, resolutions to be a better human, dog mother and eater begin. This is a good I-don’t-give-a-shit-let-me-live meal.
I don’t often make country gravy with biscuits; and it’s not because I love it, but it’s usually just too rich for me. I don’t typically go for the butter on top of cream on top of butter stuff. I need bite; I need heat; I need contrast. For me, this meal is simply just too much.
That’s why I’ve made some tweaks that I think make it a bit more interesting. First, there needs to be some spicy Italian sausage all up in it. That means there’s little instant notes of fennel, shallot and other stuff going on. Yes.
And then, Dijon mustard. Oh yeh. A bit of Dijon mustard in the gravy gives it just a hint of acid that I think the gravy benefits from. It’s not mustardy; I’d say it’s almost nearly undetectable. Of course, I ended up going back and adding a bit more and it was awesome, but you could definitely taste the mustard. The recipe below reflects pre-addition. But, add more if you like!
This dish has Christmas breakfast written all over it.
Christmas morning breakfast might go down as my favorite meal all year. ALL YEAR!
Is there any meal that’s cozier than Christmas breakfast?!! NO!
This meal is awesome because you can make it the night before, though I do strongly urge the baking of the biscuits to happen the morning of. (There’s nothing quite like a warm, just-got-out-of-the-oven biscuit.)