As promised, biscuits and gravy.
Traditionally around these parts, the white gravy would have no meat in it, although it's since become more and more common to find crumbled breakfast sausage in it at restaurants (the dreaded SOS).
My wife, being the Yankee girl that she is (Yankee in the American sense, meaning anyone from above the Mason-Dixon Line), didn't grow up with biscuits and gravy, but did have chipped beef on toast (which just sounds utterly disgusting to me, while biscuits and gravy are divine), so when we have this, it's a compromise - chipped beef on biscuits. I suppose this dish is a culinary representation of a good marriage - compromise.
The biscuits are frozen Pillsbury Grands. They're ok, and definitely preferred to Grands from a tube. They're like two completely different things. I always make two extra, so the wife (again, Yankee) can have butter and jam on one, while I (being a son of the South, once-removed) can have sorghum and butter on mine.
I used a blue plate to try and combat the beige-on-beige.
I will also add...cream gravy is the single thing my wife can/will cook, and she does a good job with it, even if she is from NY.
To give you an idea of her kitchen familiarity, though, her cooking this morning went like this:
"Ok...where's the nonstick pan?"
"On the pan rack...with all the others."
Puts pan on the stovetop.
"Do we have any bacon grease?"
"Of course. In the red container in the fridge."
Adds dollop of bacon grease.
"Um...where would the packets of beef be?"
"In the fridge, in the meat drawer."
"Thanks."
Gets out meat and milk. Grabs the canister of sugar.
"This is sugar. Where's the flour?"
"Cabinet right above you to the left."
Opens door.
"There're like...five things in here. Which one do I want for regular flour?"
"The red bag."
Gets out flour, starts on the gravy.
"Where's the salt?"
"That wooden bowl right in front of you."
"Do we have any pepper that's not in this twisty thing?"
"On the spice shelf."
"Where's that?"
"Cabinet to your right. I just put them in alphabetical order."
"I can't find it. Is it b for black or p for pepper?"
"It's p for pepper."
"Well, it should be b for black."
Trust me, if it was b for black, she would have said it should be p for pepper.