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So its late at night, I need dinner, and I really don't want to go to the store. I have sausage so I decide to make biscuits and gravy, because its one of my favorite breakfast foods and gently caress getting up in the morning. I do this a few times per year because the stuff is terrible for you, but oh so good, and its generally impossible to get good biscuits and gravy without cooking them yourself. So start preparing the biscuits, and immediately disaster strikes. I'm almost out of flour. I pour out the dregs from my flour bin, and empty a plastic bag with about a half cup of flour and my flour sifter in it from when I was making bread the other day. The dough ends up a tad sticker than I'd like, but I put them in the oven and they're looking good, crisis averted! Next I get out the skillet, fry up the sausage, and start making the milk gravy. Then I realize my mistake, I don't have any flour left to thicken the gravy. Panic sets in, biscuits are coming out of the oven, the sausage is fried, and I've got a pan full of drippings which needs some starch. I briefly consider using corn starch but realize I don't have any of that either. I'm desperately looking through the pantry and I see a box of pancake mix. That's... mostly flour... and I only need like a couple of tablespoons, right? Desperate to not let anything stand between me and heart-clogging southern food goodness I throw it in, add the milk, add the salt and grind the pepper and let it cook. I sit down with my meal, grind some more black pepper on it, and take a bite. The biscuits aren't the greatest I've made, but they're light and fluffy and buttery. The gravy is sweet, pancake flour has sugar in it you idiot. Instead of cutting my losses I refuse to waste all that food and keep eating. For months afterword even thinking about biscuits and gravy made me lose my appetite. I don't think I've made it since, this was a year ago.
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