When I was little my folks were pretty poor. We picked fruit, cotton and just about anything that would bring in a dollar. Between "pikens" sometimes there wasn't much food but my step-mother Helen was from Arkansas and she could always find us something for breakfast. She often made us Chocolate Gravy and biscuits. Most people from Arkansas know about Chocolate Gravy but not too many others do. You eat it like a hot, chocolate pudding over biscuits. It still makes me feel warm and cozy when I eat it. The only thing missing is Mama Helen's arms to hug me.