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Originally Posted by redwitch
Dad was Southern. Mom was German. Dad won most things at home but the gravy on everything never stood a chance around Mom. So, rarely had sauces or gravies on meats except on turkey and pot roast. Never missed it. Still don’t.
I do remember an argument they had about white gravy on fried chicken. Mom said no. If he wanted sauces on his meat, he should have married a French woman. Never heard Dad say a thing about gravy again.
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LOL. Great story. You reminded me of one: "I met an acquaintance a couple of months after my father's wake. She said, "Oh your mom is so funny." "How so?", I asked.
She replied: "While talking to your mom I said, "I'm so sorry, I know how much you are going to miss John."
And without missing a beat mom replied: "Yeah, he made such good gravy."
(True story)