Your Mama's Saw Mill Gravy

Your Momma's Sawmill Gravy - 1980


Brown two tbs of flour in a cast iron skillet.  Make a little clearing in the center of the brown flour.  

Add drippings from 1 lb. Of ground sausage to the center of the flour and allow it to sizzle over the brown flour.  Stir in cooked ground sausage, and add 1 - 2 cups of sweet cream milk.  Stir until thick and add salt and fresh ground pepper to taste.  Serve over biscuits.


2020 Revision


Brown in iron skillet Ground 1 lb of organic ground turkey or ground tofu meat substitute.  Set aside on plate.


Brown 2 tbs of gluten free flour in skillet, make a circle in the flour and add two tbsp of all natural butter or coconut oil and allow to sizzle over flour.


Add 1 to 2 cups of skim milk or low-fat goat's milk and crumbled sausage.  


Add fresh ground sage, 1tsp of potassium low sodium salt, fresh ground course pepper, and serve over gluten free biscuits.  I like the recipe that King Arthur has.




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