A Southern Breakfast

Sundays on the prairie are lazy. First the paper (and crossword) and then breakfast. To be eaten slowly, lingered over and served with many cups of coffee (with real cream, please -- not milk or even half and half!)

Although the prairie isn't technically "the South", we are far enough south that Minnesotans always ask which part of the South we're from when we visit, as do New Englanders.

And twenty miles to the East is a Southern town, so . . . .
Biscuits and gravy are normal breakfast fare on our part of the prairie. Served not just at Linderhof but in restaurants as well.

And it's a blue and white breakfast as well -- a mix of our English blue and white pieces -- Spode mugs, Johnson Brothers plates and a Spode dish for the gravy. An Emile Henry creamer -- I like it's bright yellow color on overcast days plus it goes so well with blue and white. Our everyday napkins in silver napkin rings, as always.
And the biscuits, big fluffy biscuits. baked to perfection. Three for each of us!!! It's Sunday -- no time to count calories!
Served with a big bowl of homemade sausage gravy. Thick and rich with half and half and a touch of cream and liberally salted and peppered.

It's Thursday which means that it's time for Tablescape Thursday at Susan's. Please join her at Between Naps on the Porch to see what how other tables have been set for this Thursday.