Dear reader(s),
I am still here. Really, I am. It's been a busy(ish) several months since June...my daughter graduated high school, had a lead role in A Midsummer Night's Dream in a summer theatre production (where I also worked as the box office manager), and moved across country and she is now a freshman at college in Virginia.
So, how does that make me busy(ish)? Because as much as I may deny it, it really is all about her! Okay, maybe not ALL. I have been devoting every Tuesday (with a few exceptions) to a study group with my wine sisters. The three of us are preparing to take a one hour, 100 question, multiple choice test to become Certified Specialist of Wine. A big deal....for us! And the research involved...let me just say this - it's intense!
Yeah...I know. That still leaves the other six days. No excuses there, I guess, unless you count work. You know, the J O B. It pays the bills. Buys the groceries. Goes towards tuition(again...all about her!). And then there's the other set of initials to deal with...the DVR! I know...TV! Can't let the cheftestants on Top Chef and Cutthroat Kitchen compete without an audience! Plus the inspiration my own Iron Chef gleans from them pays off nicely for me!
So bear with me as I attempt to re-focus. There are tales to be told, and I will find the time to tell them soon. Until then, dear reader(s)....
Sincerely,
Ness
Friday, October 4, 2013
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Writers block? Just the opposite!
Alrighty then. Did y'all see when I last posted a blog? April 1st! Shame on me! So much for the NQR's, yes? I have recently realized that I suffer from several conditions - none of them fatally so, I hope.
The first condition being one I have been afflicted with for most of my cognizant life...I am lazy. I like to say it's a Leo thing! Not only am I lazy, I am also easily distracted AND a putterer! I can do a lot of seemingly important things in the name of putting off something else. Cat box need cleaning? Yeah, but not as much as the dog needs to be let out. See what I did there? Not only did I do something productive, I did it in another location, away from the cat box! And on my way to let the dog out the back door, I also noticed a magazine that the cat has nudged off the table, picked it up and took my coffee cup back to the kitchen! Whew! After all of that, I'm exhausted!
The next condition is a lack of focus...yup. Easily distracted, as previously mentioned. Not to say that I cannot focus, just that I really have to, sometimes, well....focus - on focusing! Some days it is a wonder that I get anything done at all! Yeah...I was that girl in school who waited until the last minute to start a paper, project, whatever. This is where we tell ourselves that we just work better under pressure! Not really that we do - just that we've conditioned ourselves to do so!
Okay. So here's the title dilemma - and I think it's all somehow related - my mind is overloaded with things to write about! It must be my lack of focus that keeps me from getting it all written! It could be that I don't want to subject anyone to the whole Stream-of-Consciousness writing like "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty." Who remembers reading that story in high school? Oh! C'mon! I know I'm not the only one who read it! I hated it! It had no story line that I could follow. It was all over the place! Perfect example of that writing style, but truly a lousy story.
It doesn't help much that many of my most (seemingly) inspirational ideas happen when I am in the bathroom, doing bathroom things (like figuring what else I can do to put off cleaning the cat box), and as quickly as they come to me, something else nudges it out of place! There's just so much I want to share! Packing tips! Planning for a road trip! The praises of study groups!
But for now, I must away (stole that from Romeo and Juliet, or was it the Brothers Grimm?) and clean that cat box. Even the cat box wins the battle sooner or later! Until next time....
The first condition being one I have been afflicted with for most of my cognizant life...I am lazy. I like to say it's a Leo thing! Not only am I lazy, I am also easily distracted AND a putterer! I can do a lot of seemingly important things in the name of putting off something else. Cat box need cleaning? Yeah, but not as much as the dog needs to be let out. See what I did there? Not only did I do something productive, I did it in another location, away from the cat box! And on my way to let the dog out the back door, I also noticed a magazine that the cat has nudged off the table, picked it up and took my coffee cup back to the kitchen! Whew! After all of that, I'm exhausted!
The next condition is a lack of focus...yup. Easily distracted, as previously mentioned. Not to say that I cannot focus, just that I really have to, sometimes, well....focus - on focusing! Some days it is a wonder that I get anything done at all! Yeah...I was that girl in school who waited until the last minute to start a paper, project, whatever. This is where we tell ourselves that we just work better under pressure! Not really that we do - just that we've conditioned ourselves to do so!
Okay. So here's the title dilemma - and I think it's all somehow related - my mind is overloaded with things to write about! It must be my lack of focus that keeps me from getting it all written! It could be that I don't want to subject anyone to the whole Stream-of-Consciousness writing like "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty." Who remembers reading that story in high school? Oh! C'mon! I know I'm not the only one who read it! I hated it! It had no story line that I could follow. It was all over the place! Perfect example of that writing style, but truly a lousy story.
It doesn't help much that many of my most (seemingly) inspirational ideas happen when I am in the bathroom, doing bathroom things (like figuring what else I can do to put off cleaning the cat box), and as quickly as they come to me, something else nudges it out of place! There's just so much I want to share! Packing tips! Planning for a road trip! The praises of study groups!
But for now, I must away (stole that from Romeo and Juliet, or was it the Brothers Grimm?) and clean that cat box. Even the cat box wins the battle sooner or later! Until next time....
Monday, April 1, 2013
End of first quarter: time for NQR check-in
How quickly three months flew by! It's time to check-in on everyone and see how we're all doing with those new quarter resolutions we made in January. Remember? Go find that list of promises you made to yourself. Go 'head. I'll wait....
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Okay. Everyone got them? let's review...I'll go first if you want me to. These were my main three NQR's: be more disciplined in my writing, write stuff down, and do not stop learning. How am I doing? here we go!
Writing this blog with any sense of a schedule has not even come close to happening.
You all are supposed to be holding me accountable for that!
So? How are you doing? Let's all check in again at the half way point - end of June/beginning of July - and see if there's any improvement, or if we need to start all over again! I may have a resolution or three to add, as my life will be going through some major changes by that time.
Stay strong, my friends, and stay on track! Time to hit the treadmill now for my 20 minutes!
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Wednesday, March 20, 2013
I said I wasn't interested....
...but I did it anyway. I went to THE Mall! The Mall of America, that is. A mall is mall, right? What could possibly interest me at the Mall of America that any other mall doesn't have? Boy! Was I wrong!
Sure, this mega-mall had Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory (and chocolate covered bacon! I kid you not!) and Victoria's Secret (which I never shop at anyway) and Aeropostale (one of my daughter's fave clothing stores), it also had Life is Good (love this line) and a Harley-Davidson shop (no bikes, just the clothing and accessories). But underneath it all, in the basement...it has an aquarium!
Now I'm not taking a few fish tanks and open ponds with starfish to pet. I am talking about open ponds, tubes with pretty neon-colored aquatic creatures, a tunnel that winds under the BIG fishies, and an indoor rain forest! Who knew? We saw manta rays and sharks and sea turtles and shipwrecks! It was well-worth the visit!
It also had amazingly huge creatures created out of Legos! OMG! I've never seen such an assembly of creatures, mostly fictional (I'm pretty sure the Loch Ness Monster is real!), from so many little plastic building blocks! What? I don't think I've ever even known anybody who has this many building blocks to put together!
Hungry? Not for very much longer! Even the food court (okay, more like a food floor!) was impressive! I don't even remember where we ate, but I do remember not being hungry for a long time afterwards! Oh yeah...and pecan pie!
Gonna have to shop this off! Multiple floors of shopping, eating, and attractions should do the trick!
I'm not going to bore you with all the shops and sights to see at the Mall of America. But let me just say this... not only did I go, after saying I would never go to the MOA...I went twice! Just didn't get enough of it the first day. And I needed more chocolate covered bacon!
Sure, this mega-mall had Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory (and chocolate covered bacon! I kid you not!) and Victoria's Secret (which I never shop at anyway) and Aeropostale (one of my daughter's fave clothing stores), it also had Life is Good (love this line) and a Harley-Davidson shop (no bikes, just the clothing and accessories). But underneath it all, in the basement...it has an aquarium!
Now I'm not taking a few fish tanks and open ponds with starfish to pet. I am talking about open ponds, tubes with pretty neon-colored aquatic creatures, a tunnel that winds under the BIG fishies, and an indoor rain forest! Who knew? We saw manta rays and sharks and sea turtles and shipwrecks! It was well-worth the visit!
Hungry? Not for very much longer! Even the food court (okay, more like a food floor!) was impressive! I don't even remember where we ate, but I do remember not being hungry for a long time afterwards! Oh yeah...and pecan pie!
I'm not going to bore you with all the shops and sights to see at the Mall of America. But let me just say this... not only did I go, after saying I would never go to the MOA...I went twice! Just didn't get enough of it the first day. And I needed more chocolate covered bacon!
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Please hold while I find a human to take your call....
...insert faint computer drone.
Ever been told to count to three once your light turns green before advancing into the intersection? You never know who'll be running that yellow light and possibly running into you, after all. I also had a police officer tell me the same three second rule applies to crosswalks. Hmmmm...hadn't thought of that one, but it does make sense.
How many seconds do you think is reasonable to wait for a "hello" response from who (or what) ever just called you on the phone? Come on...think about it. The phone rings, you pick it up and say, "hello", and... one, two, three..."hello?"...four, five....."is anybody there?"....six, seven...."goodbye!"
Is it just me, or is this just the day and age in which we live? Am I "old school" because I expect a response from the other end of the phone when I pick it up and say hello? Like almost immediately? When YOU call ME and I pick up the phone and say "Hello" (or "hola" or "aloha" or whatever language I happen to be thinking in at that moment), shouldn't YOU naswer ME back?
Caller ID anyone? Yeah...I have it. And most of the time, the calls I choose NOT to answer, just hang up. No message. Why not? Because the damn computer isn't programmed to leave one. It's programmed to click over to assigned live human afer a set amount of time with an open line! Some numbers on the caller ID are immediately recognizeable as telemarketers or other sales calls. Some are not. PRIVATE CALLER could be my sister calling from work, or the doctor's office reminding me of an anppointment. But when I pick it up and NO-ONE says "hello" right back to me? WHY???
Naturally, the once time I decide to answer the phone and say, "What up, b!tch?," it's bound to be someone important whose number doesn't register in my caller ID as anything but 'out of area'! What's a girl to do?..one, two, three, four, five......
Ever been told to count to three once your light turns green before advancing into the intersection? You never know who'll be running that yellow light and possibly running into you, after all. I also had a police officer tell me the same three second rule applies to crosswalks. Hmmmm...hadn't thought of that one, but it does make sense.
How many seconds do you think is reasonable to wait for a "hello" response from who (or what) ever just called you on the phone? Come on...think about it. The phone rings, you pick it up and say, "hello", and... one, two, three..."hello?"...four, five....."is anybody there?"....six, seven...."goodbye!"
Is it just me, or is this just the day and age in which we live? Am I "old school" because I expect a response from the other end of the phone when I pick it up and say hello? Like almost immediately? When YOU call ME and I pick up the phone and say "Hello" (or "hola" or "aloha" or whatever language I happen to be thinking in at that moment), shouldn't YOU naswer ME back?
Caller ID anyone? Yeah...I have it. And most of the time, the calls I choose NOT to answer, just hang up. No message. Why not? Because the damn computer isn't programmed to leave one. It's programmed to click over to assigned live human afer a set amount of time with an open line! Some numbers on the caller ID are immediately recognizeable as telemarketers or other sales calls. Some are not. PRIVATE CALLER could be my sister calling from work, or the doctor's office reminding me of an anppointment. But when I pick it up and NO-ONE says "hello" right back to me? WHY???
Naturally, the once time I decide to answer the phone and say, "What up, b!tch?," it's bound to be someone important whose number doesn't register in my caller ID as anything but 'out of area'! What's a girl to do?..one, two, three, four, five......
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Saying goodbye....
No, not me. I'm still hanging around here. This is the story of a funeral. No ordinary funeral, and as sad as a funeral sounds, a funeral service built around decades of tradition and pomp. This is the story of a policeman's funeral. I was both honored and saddened by the whole process, from riding as part of the procession (which I was later scolded for, and perhaps, rightly so), to the horseless rider to the twenty-one gun salute, to the missing man fly-over.
Standing in the presence of so many law enforcement officials and firemen and first respsonders and military men and women was, for lack of a more reverent word, awesome. Awesome and humbling. It is while being in their collective presence that I felt the Brotherhood of the Badge at it's finest. In the midst of saying final goodbyes to a fallen officer, they stood strong and proud...and together.
Even though a friend and commrade was being mourned, protocols must still be followed. Rituals must be observed. Salutes shall be given. It is not cold-hearted nor indifferent. It is a way of greiving. A way to honor tradition and to honor a man.
As I sat in the church and listened to one after another speak eloquently on the life and death of a fellow officer, a son, a brother, a cousin, a co-worker, a friend...tears streamed down my face, punctuated by occasional smiles and even laughter. There was a lot of tissue dabbing among the very large crowd. There was no shame in crying, as we were all doing it...even the speakers.
It was at the graveside service that the finality of this event played out, as you stood there listening to his partner (he was a K9 officer) saying goodbye. As the Riderless Horse paraded by (made even more touching as I was standing by the mounted officers on their mounts). As military honors were given. As the flag was folded and presented to his parents. As the 21 gun salute happened...funny how you flinch just ever so slightly even though you know it's coming. As the bugler plays Taps. And then the low rumble of helicopters is heard, as they approach you head-on, and the Police helicopter flies off in a missing man formation. Tears. Tears. Tears.
Rest in Peace, Officer, and thank you for your presence in the lives of your family, friends and community. And thank you, to the men and women of law enforcement that let me and so many others in the community, be a part of, even for a day, of YOUR family. Thank you.
Standing in the presence of so many law enforcement officials and firemen and first respsonders and military men and women was, for lack of a more reverent word, awesome. Awesome and humbling. It is while being in their collective presence that I felt the Brotherhood of the Badge at it's finest. In the midst of saying final goodbyes to a fallen officer, they stood strong and proud...and together.
Even though a friend and commrade was being mourned, protocols must still be followed. Rituals must be observed. Salutes shall be given. It is not cold-hearted nor indifferent. It is a way of greiving. A way to honor tradition and to honor a man.
As I sat in the church and listened to one after another speak eloquently on the life and death of a fellow officer, a son, a brother, a cousin, a co-worker, a friend...tears streamed down my face, punctuated by occasional smiles and even laughter. There was a lot of tissue dabbing among the very large crowd. There was no shame in crying, as we were all doing it...even the speakers.
It was at the graveside service that the finality of this event played out, as you stood there listening to his partner (he was a K9 officer) saying goodbye. As the Riderless Horse paraded by (made even more touching as I was standing by the mounted officers on their mounts). As military honors were given. As the flag was folded and presented to his parents. As the 21 gun salute happened...funny how you flinch just ever so slightly even though you know it's coming. As the bugler plays Taps. And then the low rumble of helicopters is heard, as they approach you head-on, and the Police helicopter flies off in a missing man formation. Tears. Tears. Tears.
Rest in Peace, Officer, and thank you for your presence in the lives of your family, friends and community. And thank you, to the men and women of law enforcement that let me and so many others in the community, be a part of, even for a day, of YOUR family. Thank you.
Friday, January 11, 2013
Back to the roadtrip tale
So...where were we on the summer travels roadtrip saga? Ah, yes...on the road to the UP. For those of you in the states not surrounding Michigan, the UP is the common name for the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. Funny how I've never heard the rest of MI referred to as the LP!
Well, every good road trip starts with road food, right? What better place than Denny's 5th Aveunue Bakery. The rest of the gang got an assortment of cookies. I got a bacon maple bar. Oh yeah...bacon really does make everything better - I don't even like maple bars! But with bacon on it.... not crumbled bacon. Not bacon bits. A full length, perfectly cooked strip of bacon! Okay! With this in hand, I can handle the backseat for a while! And we're off!
We're driving. And driving. And driving. B has the first shift (and most of them, actually), with sis by his side. I am stuck in the backseat, which is now STUCK, since the bacon maple bar has been rightfully and selfishly consumed!, with mom (who is the ultimate perfect passenger!). Now, don't get this wrong. I am not stuck in the backseat with mom. I am stuck, in the backseat, with mom.
Get it? I HATE THE BACKSEAT! Nothing to do, nothing to see, no room to stretch.
Finally! We cross the stateline into Wisconsin...Menomonie has a rest stop in it. (Okay. Is anyone else hearing the music to "Texas Has A Whorehouse In It" looping through their heads, or is it just me?). Feels good to stop and stretch...and, ya know...pee. And we're back...pile back into the car and here we go....more asphalt to cover, more farms to drive by, yet another church, more farmland and fields and road...I do love a good road trip!
Is anyone else hungry? Time to stop. Don't know where we are really, but there are places to eat, and it's my job to pick one out! I choose Hudsons Classic Grill! Fish Fry is their middle name! 'cept I had a burger. A most delicious and tasty burger. Now that we've eaten, who wants to drive? Not me! We all just want a nap! But at least this time I get the front seat! Sanp! Sanp! Snap! How many pictures of the open road do I need? A LOT! And what a lot of it there was!
Whoa! Go back! We are in the township of Watersmeet, MI. I can only guess that it got it's name because that's maybe where the waters meet? Makes sense. Anyone care to guess why the Watersmeet Township School is the "home of the Nimrods?" Anyone? Bueller? It was enough for us all to do a doubletake! Thank goodness for the internet and smartphones, so we could look it up and see that "Nimrod" has origins beyond the way we use it today! FYI: Nimrod: a descendant of Ham represented in Genesis as a mighty hunter and a king of Shinar. Whew! I feel a little bit better about that now! But still....
Let me just take a moment here to say thank you to GyPSy...the portable GPS device B had the foresight to bring along! I named her Gypsy. She has cute little Australian accent, and had us turn onto roads I never would have, but she always got us to point B.
Ponit B! We are in Mass City! Something tells me I don't have an internet connection here! Until next time...
Well, every good road trip starts with road food, right? What better place than Denny's 5th Aveunue Bakery. The rest of the gang got an assortment of cookies. I got a bacon maple bar. Oh yeah...bacon really does make everything better - I don't even like maple bars! But with bacon on it.... not crumbled bacon. Not bacon bits. A full length, perfectly cooked strip of bacon! Okay! With this in hand, I can handle the backseat for a while! And we're off!
We're driving. And driving. And driving. B has the first shift (and most of them, actually), with sis by his side. I am stuck in the backseat, which is now STUCK, since the bacon maple bar has been rightfully and selfishly consumed!, with mom (who is the ultimate perfect passenger!). Now, don't get this wrong. I am not stuck in the backseat with mom. I am stuck, in the backseat, with mom.
Get it? I HATE THE BACKSEAT! Nothing to do, nothing to see, no room to stretch.
Finally! We cross the stateline into Wisconsin...Menomonie has a rest stop in it. (Okay. Is anyone else hearing the music to "Texas Has A Whorehouse In It" looping through their heads, or is it just me?). Feels good to stop and stretch...and, ya know...pee. And we're back...pile back into the car and here we go....more asphalt to cover, more farms to drive by, yet another church, more farmland and fields and road...I do love a good road trip!
Is anyone else hungry? Time to stop. Don't know where we are really, but there are places to eat, and it's my job to pick one out! I choose Hudsons Classic Grill! Fish Fry is their middle name! 'cept I had a burger. A most delicious and tasty burger. Now that we've eaten, who wants to drive? Not me! We all just want a nap! But at least this time I get the front seat! Sanp! Sanp! Snap! How many pictures of the open road do I need? A LOT! And what a lot of it there was!
Whoa! Go back! We are in the township of Watersmeet, MI. I can only guess that it got it's name because that's maybe where the waters meet? Makes sense. Anyone care to guess why the Watersmeet Township School is the "home of the Nimrods?" Anyone? Bueller? It was enough for us all to do a doubletake! Thank goodness for the internet and smartphones, so we could look it up and see that "Nimrod" has origins beyond the way we use it today! FYI: Nimrod: a descendant of Ham represented in Genesis as a mighty hunter and a king of Shinar. Whew! I feel a little bit better about that now! But still....
Let me just take a moment here to say thank you to GyPSy...the portable GPS device B had the foresight to bring along! I named her Gypsy. She has cute little Australian accent, and had us turn onto roads I never would have, but she always got us to point B.
Ponit B! We are in Mass City! Something tells me I don't have an internet connection here! Until next time...
Friday, January 4, 2013
Random thoughts about gravy
I love gravy! Why does it have such a bad reputation? Is it really bad for you, or merely void of any real nutritional value?
These are the crazy things I think of as I drive down back roads in the fog, windows open just a crack, radio off, mind going void-of-course. What about gravy makes most nutritionists and other so-called diet gurus cringe? How bad is it for me, really?
Let's break it down. I'm talking about a basic gravy here. Not fancy-schmancy sauces (although I really like them, too!). In it's most basic form it's nothing more than fat, starch, and liquid, mixed together to form a sikly, tasty accompiament to mashed potatoes, french fries, sandwiches, meat, biscuits, etc..... I will grant them this: some gravies may be more not-so-good-for-you than others, but for the amount consumed is it really going to be the death of me?
I used to think I needed a special packet from the store to make gravy...just add water and stir. Ha! Once I learned how easy it was to make from scratch, I now whip up a little batch of gravy whenever I want it! You only need three main ingredients - fat (usually butter in my case), starch (I use simple AP flour), and liquid (beef or chicken stock, or milk for a cream gravy). Whatever else you want to add is up to you - onions, seasonings, mushrooms, whatever!
This is how I do it:
Melt some butter. If I add mushrooms or onions, this where it goes into the pot. Let them cook together for a few minutes, careful not to let the butter burn. Add in flour in an amount equal to the amount of butter (one tablespoon of each, three teaspoons of each, whatvever is in equal proportions to the other, depending on the amount your are making). Stir or whisk together until you have a smooth mixture. Cook for anywhere from a minute to five minutes, stirring constantly and over a medium heat. The idea here is to cook out the starchiness of the flour. Once you have the desired browness, slowly add the liquid in small amounts, stirring after each addition until it's smooth. If you add all the liquid at once, it's harder to control your gravy's thickness. I keep adding liquid in small pours and stirring until I have the gravy at the thickness I want it. Tatse your gravy - add salt, pepper, paprika, dill, whatever seasonings work for you.
That's it. Pretty easy, huh? Try it for yourself. Once you've become comfortable with the basic roux and liquid gravy, then you can experiment. Use bacon fat instead of butter, or olive oil. Add coffee and stock for a richer gravy. After adding milk, add cheese.
So the question remains: is it bad for you, or just not that great for you? I like to think it's all okay in moderation. Not to mention that if I add onions and/or mushrooms, I've put in a vegetable! And, even in the small amount of butter I may use, it's still got calcium! See what I did there? I just gave gravy some nutrtional value! Yay me!
These are the crazy things I think of as I drive down back roads in the fog, windows open just a crack, radio off, mind going void-of-course. What about gravy makes most nutritionists and other so-called diet gurus cringe? How bad is it for me, really?
Let's break it down. I'm talking about a basic gravy here. Not fancy-schmancy sauces (although I really like them, too!). In it's most basic form it's nothing more than fat, starch, and liquid, mixed together to form a sikly, tasty accompiament to mashed potatoes, french fries, sandwiches, meat, biscuits, etc..... I will grant them this: some gravies may be more not-so-good-for-you than others, but for the amount consumed is it really going to be the death of me?
I used to think I needed a special packet from the store to make gravy...just add water and stir. Ha! Once I learned how easy it was to make from scratch, I now whip up a little batch of gravy whenever I want it! You only need three main ingredients - fat (usually butter in my case), starch (I use simple AP flour), and liquid (beef or chicken stock, or milk for a cream gravy). Whatever else you want to add is up to you - onions, seasonings, mushrooms, whatever!
This is how I do it:
Melt some butter. If I add mushrooms or onions, this where it goes into the pot. Let them cook together for a few minutes, careful not to let the butter burn. Add in flour in an amount equal to the amount of butter (one tablespoon of each, three teaspoons of each, whatvever is in equal proportions to the other, depending on the amount your are making). Stir or whisk together until you have a smooth mixture. Cook for anywhere from a minute to five minutes, stirring constantly and over a medium heat. The idea here is to cook out the starchiness of the flour. Once you have the desired browness, slowly add the liquid in small amounts, stirring after each addition until it's smooth. If you add all the liquid at once, it's harder to control your gravy's thickness. I keep adding liquid in small pours and stirring until I have the gravy at the thickness I want it. Tatse your gravy - add salt, pepper, paprika, dill, whatever seasonings work for you.
That's it. Pretty easy, huh? Try it for yourself. Once you've become comfortable with the basic roux and liquid gravy, then you can experiment. Use bacon fat instead of butter, or olive oil. Add coffee and stock for a richer gravy. After adding milk, add cheese.
So the question remains: is it bad for you, or just not that great for you? I like to think it's all okay in moderation. Not to mention that if I add onions and/or mushrooms, I've put in a vegetable! And, even in the small amount of butter I may use, it's still got calcium! See what I did there? I just gave gravy some nutrtional value! Yay me!
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