cold wine fingers shiver through the blue hour sky slip through the eastern window eyes of my bedroom to rainbow shatter inside the crystals and mist on my eyelids...
morning arrives without vengeance stirring the cauldron of my dreams, a morning dove singing like an angel in the lilac bush outside... it is time to get up. it is a biscuit and sausage gravy morning, as most sundays are...
wrapped in blue velvet, i wander into my kitchen make hot chocolate topped with whipped cream, roll out the buttermilk biscuits, and saute the country sausage... add a few shiitake mushrooms and garlic, for the roue slowly stir in milk and flour for a rich feast... one crumbled biscuit slathered with gravy, presented to each canine companion and i will sit in the breakfast nook and share celebration of this new day...
jeannemarie, I may be a born city boy but later in life I learned how to make delicious biscuits with sausage gravy, and now I can't really eat it anymore due to my desire to lose weight. And even though the entire poem was excellent, I can see from your other reviews that I am not the only one focusing on the dish...mmm, I can almost smell the sausage browning in the cast-iron skillet. Thank you for the great read and the great photo accompaniment. take care...dan
This was a lovely image of a beautiful and relaxing Sunday morning. Sunday has always been quite an important day since the Lord knows when, and it's nostalgic to read a poem such as this that talks about the serenity of having a happy, quiet Sunday morning. Lovely writing. :)
I miss my Grandmother biscuit and sausage gravy morning. She was a find country lady. The poem took me back to good days and memories. Best time of the day. A family meal. Good conversation and laughter. Thank you my friend for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote
I always enjoy your use of color and the way you des ribe light in your poetry. And as always, you make me hungry with the mushrooms and other favorites.
It's the simple moments that bring joy.
your poetic recipes are simply delicious and the images you produce ensnare the senses...I will bring the fresh muffins I just baked :)... as always, Jeannemarie, this is wonderful poetry...
jeannemarie, I may be a born city boy but later in life I learned how to make delicious biscuits with sausage gravy, and now I can't really eat it anymore due to my desire to lose weight. And even though the entire poem was excellent, I can see from your other reviews that I am not the only one focusing on the dish...mmm, I can almost smell the sausage browning in the cast-iron skillet. Thank you for the great read and the great photo accompaniment. take care...dan
Can I come for breakfast if I bring my dog along! I'll even hand wash all the dishes before returning home. And this is no Phantasy that I would have a problem dealing with!
well here i am, ready for breakfast.in my restaurant days i have made a thousand gallons
and a truckload of biscuitts.no mushrooms though,just the fried ones