The cold front that made my bones hurt for the past two days has finally arrived. It blew in late this afternoon. Yellow leaves flew in the wind. The temperature dropped dramatically from the eighties to the sixties. Indian summer is in a hiatus, or perhaps done for good.
The weather change called for our favorite early autumn supper: country sausage, fried apples, biscuits and gravy.
The gravy is an infrequent indulgence, but it really makes the meal, which is a perfect marriage of tastes: the tart sweetness of Johnathon apples, braised in butter and simmered with a sprinkle of brown sugar and cinnamon, counterbalanced by peppery cream gravy, crunchy biscuits and sage-scented sausage patties.
Both of us ate with relish, leaving nothing but three biscuits. Tomorrow we will eat responsibly, but tonight we celebrate. The moon is waxing, the air is cool, frogs are croaking by the creek, and all is well.
The weather change called for our favorite early autumn supper: country sausage, fried apples, biscuits and gravy.
The gravy is an infrequent indulgence, but it really makes the meal, which is a perfect marriage of tastes: the tart sweetness of Johnathon apples, braised in butter and simmered with a sprinkle of brown sugar and cinnamon, counterbalanced by peppery cream gravy, crunchy biscuits and sage-scented sausage patties.
Both of us ate with relish, leaving nothing but three biscuits. Tomorrow we will eat responsibly, but tonight we celebrate. The moon is waxing, the air is cool, frogs are croaking by the creek, and all is well.
2 comments:
And my mouth is watering!
I can make everything on that plate but the buttermilk biscuits! I must learn how to make them! Let's put them on our To Do List when you get here!
I posted the recipe in July, Biscuits for Breakfast. You could make them now, but it will be fun to make them together when I arrive.
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