I wish I had this recipe. Maybe someday my mom will give it to me, but its sort of a secret recipe that has been in our family for years. Theses are not just any biscuits and gravy they are the best!! Maybe I'm a little biased...
I can't decide if i like these biscuits because they are so good, or its because there are soo many memories enthralled in taking that first bite. Yes people, the taste and smell takes me back to those moments where the entire Gillespie family would re-unite each year and eat the most wonderful food, play the most wonderful games, fight, love, cry, get DIRT-y, go fishing, and spend a full 3 days together. Why don't we do that anymore??????? Its the most amazing thing when 2 parents 9 children and over 60 grandkids and great grandkids can gather in one place and spend that much time together.
Memories-(Don't judge my family)
1. Ketchup and Mustard fight in the kitchen(outside, campin kitchen) between all siblings
2. Playing from dusk till dawn with all my cousins and smelling pretty nasty but never wanting to take a bath because i loved playing so hard. getting up the next day and doing it all over again.
3. playing the quarter game in the middle of the street with all my uncles and crying because i never won all the quarters and dad and mom only gave us so many to play with.
4. PiƱata craziness
5. Karaoke every night and Elvis always making an appearance
6. Packing at least 30 cousins to a fishing trip at a place where it was guaranteed to catch unlimited amounts of fish, and catching toads, minnows, snakes and all kinds of critters. This was back when i was not a "girl" to my cousins. Somewhere in the teen years i was not quite as cool as i used to be for some reason
7. Playing night games
8. Sleeping in tents in the backyard
9. My uncle riding a horse into the kitchen and scaring the SH** out of my grandma
10. Stealing dough to the biscuits with my grandpa. The dough to those biscuits is BOMB. I wish i had the picture, but there is a picture of my cousin danny and I covered head to toe in flour from "helping" grandpa, but really the area around our mouths was pure evidence of what we were really doing
11. Dutch oven cooking. Steak, biscuits and gravy, peach kobbler....Be jealous.
12. camp fires and endless marshmallow roastings
Man o Man, I hope someday my kids get to experience something similar. That was the time of my life. And i can remember holding at least 5 babies each year. All of which those babies are now 16-17 years old. Maybe some of you family members who read this blog will remember too, and get your rears in gear planning another one.
These biscuits and gravy carry the most wonderful memories and ill never forget my Grandpa Verl. Thanks for leaving something on this earth for us to enjoy from you. Missin' You Grandpa!



