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Out on the Limb

Bisquits and Gravy

Monday, August 20, 2007

Bisquits and Gravy
Originally uploaded by sand dragon
Day 3 continued:
After coffee, we found a traditional restaurant in Redwood Valley where JD gets one of his favorites: bisquits and gravy. I don't understand the attraction to fat-filled gravy slopped on soon-to-be soggy bisquits; but then again, every other year or so I get the strong urge to eat thick slabs of liverwurst with raw onions and extra-hot mustard on rye (of course). No accounting for taste....

After breakfast, JD and I (in our two separate cars) perform a classic Keystone cops routine at the intersection of Hwy 101 and Hwy 20 in California. Regret: I wish I had gotten out of my car and run around both my bumpers, screaming loudly with hair flying, before resuming travel. (sigh)

JD wants to stop for gas AGAIN. This is when I become a snit. He prefers to refill every quarter tankload (or maybe that's his excuse to grab another soda). I prefer not to go below half-tank with my 50 MPG VW Golf. My 2nd husband seemed to prefer to get gas only when the warning light lit up on the dashboard. Come to think of it, he did the same with our pellet supply with heating which was our only source of heat. moving on to next post....

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posted by Deb, 5:57 PM


I don't like soggy bisquits either.
I don't do the B&G thing. Never have. I do like other odd things though. For you it's liverwurst. For me it's lamb shank stew.
commented by Blogger CatWoman, 10:34 PM  

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