Well, I was going to try to write something tonight...something about how things with Sam just aren't developing, and how I'm starting to think that they never will, and how that's probably for the best anyway...
or something about how I was ready to drown my old Italian lady prep cook in the dish sink yesterday and how that made me feel like an absolute douche and how I dealt with that feeling in the time-honored tradition of heavy drinking...
or something about how fucking tired I am and how sometimes I wish I'd just stayed a cop and how...
Fact is that I don't have anyone to vent to. I just really miss having someone to come home to, to have somebody to listen to, somebody who will in turn listen to me, somebody to make me a fucking sandwich every once in a while.
T, should you show up, I'll fix you breakfast anytime. I cook better slightly drunk, so you might want to take me drinking first.
M, only real cream is offered for coffee at my place and I would love to visit with you over several cups.
J, biscuits and gravy...hmmmm...well, biscuits are a bit like scones in texture, they are usually round, but sometimes square, and gravy is just a word we use for sauce. There's an old joke that goes something like,
Q: What's the difference between gravy and sauce? A: About $15 dollars.
And that's pretty true. Cream gravy is basically just a bechamel sauce...flour, butter and milk with a little salt and pepper. Sausage gravy is about the same with the addition of crumbled breakfast sausage. Fry up your sausage, then make a roux with the grease and add milk, finish with salt and pepper. Chocolate gravy is a southern thing. I grew up eating it and the little bit of research I've done on the subject indicates that it originated in eastern Kentucky and Tennessee and the western Carolinas. I make it with cocoa powder, flour and sugar and a bit of vanilla and salt. My grandma made it with Nestle Quick. It is nothing short of amazing served over a hot, well-buttered biscuit.