Because many people have been asking us about it: Our favorite states from the trip were Tennessee, Alabama, and Texas. Our favorite town was Fairhope, Alabama, and our favorite food spot was Taco Bell.
Born and raised in America, I thought the same about biscuits and gravy until my college years(-ish?).
These words are a sonnet to scream from the mountaintops about this heavenly dish. I salute you, @japan_nobunaga
But if I ever travel to Japan, what’s your equivalent?
USA. A breakfast counter. The waitress recommended the biscuits and gravy, and when the plate arrived, I thought something had gone wrong in the kitchen.
I say this with shame. The dish looked like a construction site after rain. Pale mounds. Gray ladle-fall. Speckles I could not identify.
In my land, the eye eats first. A meal is arranged like a garden. This meal was arranged like weather.
"Is it… finished?" I asked, carefully.
"Honey, that's what it looks like."
The man beside me was already eating his. He did not look up. "Just try it."
I am a man who has charged hillsides at dawn. I raised the fork. I tried it.
I must now formally apologize to the biscuits, the gravy, the waitress, the kitchen, and the entire breakfast tradition of the American South.
It was magnificent. Warm. Peppered. The biscuit drank the gravy the way a field drinks rain — THAT is why it is shaped like that, you fool — and every mound I had insulted was a soft fold of comfort that my homeland, in eight hundred years, never once thought to invent.
"Well?" the waitress asked.
"I judged it," I confessed. "By its appearance. I am ashamed."
"Everybody does, hon."
Everybody does. A national dish that forgives you for doubting it. It expects the doubt. It waits for you on the other side of it.
Do not judge the gravy by its face. Judge yourself, for hesitating.
I order it every Saturday now. I no longer see the construction site. I see only the garden.
It was a garden the whole time. The eye must be trained.
I can’t stop thinking about all the parents and fans in Texas driving 6 hours most Friday nights to watch a high school team play. And it’s not just Football. I’m talking ALL sports #TXHSFB
700 odd fans, in the 4th division of English football, playing about 3 hours away from home, Americans wish they could make this much noise organically instead of having to have prearranged fireworks displays and screens prompting them when to cheer
The World Cup hasn’t even started yet and this is already some of my favorite content.
Watching other cultures experience North America for the first time.
This is what it’s all about. 🧵