Seymour Speaks

Wanna play?

Follow the leader?

Okay, but who is the leader?

I am following.

No fair!

The Green Stone Woman And Chocolate Gravy With Biscuits

This week, you may have noticed, I am writing according to the questions asked on Foggy Sunrise February sixth.  This does two things, you find out the information you really wanted to know and it supplies me with blog fodder.  I have been receiving an unexpected gift from the posts too.  I am enjoying memories.

Nora at The Green Stone Woman has posed a really difficult guestion.  Nora asked, "What's your all time favorite meal, including dessert?"

Nora is an artist, an author, and an animal lover.
In honor of her two dogs, Jesker and Tyke, I have posted a picture of Seymour since he is the same type dog.

My favorite all time meal is kinda a dessert.  Mom used to make this on Sunday mornings or as a treat.  I always made it when the girls had company over.  This is a dish they always asked to have.  This a meal I am making as soon as I finish this post.

I have to tell you how Mom made biscuits.  She had a special bowl she would fill with flour.  With her hands, she would make a bowl within this flour, pour in her milk, shortening and mix by pulling flour into the liquid at just the right amount.  Working it all by hand, usually just one hand, because she was always busy with the other.  These hand shaped buscuits, all perfectly the same size, large, would go onto a greased pan into the oven.  Now she had about twenty minutes to make my favorite meal...chocolate gravy!!!

I know this does not sound good but ignore the gravy part a minute and think chocolate, warm creamy, rich pudding sauce, just the right consistancy to ladle over a warm biscuit covered in fresh butter.  The gravy has to be hot, fresh off the stove to melt the butter.

Always made in an iron skillet, Mom would pour in the milk.  While this was heating, you mix cocoa and sugar with enough flour to thicken the gravy in another bowl.  As the milk warms, slowly stir in your mixture.  You can add butter if you want.  Just when it gets to the right thickness, remove from heat and add vanilla. 

By this time, the biscuits are done.  Come and get it!  There is nothing like a large warm buttered biscuit, covered chocolate gravy and a large glass of cooled fresh cow's milk.  A meal fit for royalty.

Chocolate gravy is a southern tradition.  It has been handed down from generations past.  It is usually served as a breakfast dish.

I am headed to the kitchen.  Guess what my family is having for breakfast?!  Thank you, Nora, for reminding me to cook this.

Bev Is Always Right

Remember my puppy urgings? It is just something about puppies that fill this hole I get sometimes. I was looking at different breeds and drooling and dreaming of a new puppy. Voiced my needs to wise sister, Bev, and she said so outside and pick one. So I have.

Seymour Freckles At The Farm is simply Seymour to us.

Sey is a Chocolate(mmmm!) and white Cocker Spaniel, CKC, so you in the dog world know that means almost nothing. July 2005 Marcy, Andrew and I were returning from a vacation in Springfield, Missouri. I saw a sign that said Puppies for sale. I said Marcy let's just look. So we turned and followed the signs.

We pulled into a farm yard with two or three kennels. We got out to look. All puppies were gone except two cockers. A large lively black and tan and a quiet shy parti-color cocker. You guessed it, the shy parti-color was my Seymour. I did not ask the registration until I had fallen in love with Sey, then it was too late.

We happily departed with Seymour in arms and finished the long trip home. Sey did not get sick, he did not whine, only cuddled and slept.

I guess you are wondering about the name...I bought him in Seymour, Missouri, he had freckles and my horse farm was At The Farm so that is the name that went on the papers.

We arrived, I ,happy as a lark, with my new puppy. My youngest daughter, Andrew's mother was living with us at the time. It was over, I no longer had a puppy. I had to go off to work and Maria took care of the puppy. Ruined him, I think. She taught him to talk! So every time he saw you, it was whiny talk. We did not get to bond.

Now, four years later, I have picked my puppy again...no additional costs. I do know you can teach old dogs new tricks so I have no worries. Sey is a laid back male, still a little shy with strangers. He loves to hunt and helps with the horses. I have stopped his talking, thank goodness, that was driving me crazy!

Next shall come his hair cut. Under all that fur is a beautiful cocker waiting to break out.

And on these cold nights, when I have that hole can be only be filled with a puppy I shall invite my Sey in to lay at my feet, quietly, and just let me love him.