In gravy over biscuits you dont even know what it is. I didnt until I got older and my dad had me stir the big pot. I still ate it but it was different after I knew what it was.
Gravy with them!! That brings another memory! My grandma would make grandpa gravy with them brains and make us grand kids gravy with sausage or hamburger "**** on the shingles" it was called. And she would set grandpas special gravy by him and loudly tell us that bowl was grandpas and don't let him trick you into trying it!!!! Haaaa!