Many chocolate lovers think it's nearly impossible to have something sweet and chocolate-y for their first meal in the morning, but my great grandma Mary has proved that to be wrong. While it sounds a little sketchy of a flavor, one would be surprised how yummy it really is, especially when it's done just right. When I was a kid, we always visited my great grandparents in Kentucky, that's where all of my mom's side of the family is from'; and thats where a lot of good recipes originate from. Southern cooking is the best, maybe not for the average healthy eater but every visit for me was the perfect amount. I remember my Grandma making this for me as a child, and she always enjoyed to make the quirky treat for us, it was a staple for her to make this for us every Sunday before we all went to church. For the good memories that were created from this dish, that's the reason why it should be passed on, also for the reaction I get when I tell people about the mystical and wondrous "Chocolate Gravy".
To get this recipe just right, you have to enjoy the chocolate gravy over my great grandma's homemade from scratch biscuits. Since she always made them just right, it's hard for the rest of to recreate that perfectly and sometimes have to settle from your run of the mill canned biscuits from the supermarket. Without them, it doesn't quite transport me back to running around my grandparents land playing with the rest of my cousins and the joy that came from getting the call for breakfast. These are the memories that I cherish. Like we all talked about from Mirror On America, the lifestyle down south on my grandparents farm revolved around our meals.
Unfortunately, my grandma kept her own chocolate gravy recipe to herself so I have to settle for trying to recreate the same taste from google search recipes. She was one to rarely write down her recipes, unlike my other grandma who we are lucky to have her whole recipe book still today. So instead I'll leave a recipe that we use to try and recreate her recipe.
Through this I have learned the importance of conversation in our society, and paying attention to the people that have come before us. I cherish the fact that my grandma taught me how to make her pies that she always made, and all the other information that she shared with me while we worked in the kitchen. She told me about cooking with her own mother, and where her mother learned to cook. These stories are important to me, because it's a part of me, and it's where I came from as well. Like we've talked about in class, conversation has been lost in our society and this experience has made me more knowledgeable about the people who have made me, me.