I love Saturday nights for the basic reason that it’s my turn in the kitchen and I have free rein on what to feed the clan for dinner. I guess I’m very lucky that I belong to a family with adventurous appetites who are all willing to try anything once. It gives me a chance to be more creative with regard to ingredients and cooking methods.
Some nights, however, you just have to stick to comforting basics: good, ol’ fashioned, rib-sticking food that seems to fill some sort of void within yourself. Of these, gravy is one of those things that stands at the top of the list.