My Mother could spin magic in the kitchen of the run down shack we called home. Back in the 1950's there was no such thing as help from the government for food to feed the children. My mother could make a fabulous meal out of anything we were given or hunted. One of my favorite meals was fluffy hot buttered biscuits baked in bacon drippings and smothered with my Mothers own recipe for rich egg gravy. Mother died young and it took me many years to duplicate that wonderful memory!