This week I’m in England, but I’ll head to the USA for Thanksgiving. My children have all asked whether I’m going to make gravy this year. They’ve asked insistently. They like gravy. At our Thanksgiving dinners, we don’t have a gravy boat. We launch a gravy fleet.
Having spent many Thanksgivings and Christmases in the UK, I have learned to make gravy from the turkey drippings and stock and to thicken it with one of Britain’s gifts to the world: Bisto gravy granules. Thus leading to the conversation below, with my son:
That’s Doña Bisto to you.