Just in case my American friends didn’t know, Canadians, in general, don’t eat, nor do Canadian restaurants sell biscuits and gravy. How sad is that?
So every time I go to the U.S. and eat at a restaurant that’s what I order: Biscuits with sausage gravy (in which I don’t even mind pepper and my kids will tell you how much I don’t like pepper) with sausage, eggs, and hash browns. For a couple of old coyotes who have been living on canned stew and cold beans it was super delicious today.
We took a couple hours off work and went to Havre in Montana (first time ever). Odd place, long drawn out town in a little valley about 45 miles south of our border.
It was all a big adventure. We went to the western store (that was a huge disappointment), had biscuits and gravy, bought milk, and these really cute socks at k-mart. It’s amazing how much happiness little things can bring a person.