the savory quest

As many people know the last two weeks I’ve been in Phoenix for training at my new job. During those two weeks we stayed at a hotel with a free hot breakfast. In my room they had a menu of what they had for breakfast each morning. Well for my first breakfast of this week they listed biscuits and gravy. I’m not one to eat a lot of biscuits and gravy, but when they get in my head, I want some. On Tuesday morning I went down looking forwards to some biscuits and gravy. When I got down there I saw the gravy. I was so ready for my biscuits. I went to get my biscuits and to my surprise they were not there. Instead there were burritos. The kitchen staff was like “We didn’t get our shipment of biscuits in. Why don’t smother your burritos in gravy.” First the burritos looked really bad as if they had been microwaved. I hate food that is microwaved. That morning I ended up with a bowl of cold cereal. Not a great breakfast when you want biscuits and gravy.

On Wednesday night we decide to go to the Waffle House for dinner. It was a nice small diner that sat at max 40 people. Looking over the menu I noticed they had biscuits and gravy. I was like finally, two days later I get my biscuits and gravy. I order my coke and sat back just dreaming of the savory gravy, the flaky goodness of the biscuits mixed together. My tongue new the sausage in the gravy would taste perfect. Oh the wonders that would soon be in my mouth. I could see the short order cook preparing everyone’s meal. I could see my flaky biscuits waiting for the gravy. Soon they would be mine. After waiting a little while the waiter came over to me. He said, “Sir we’ve run out of gravy.” No gravy. No gravy at the Waffle House. My longing for biscuits and gravy would have to go on. First no biscuits and now no gravy. Could life continue down this road of denying me my savory breakfast treat? I felt as if I would never get my biscuits and gravy. It would be a lost cause. Then on Thursday morning I work up to a great surprise. They were serving biscuits and gravy on my last day in Phoenix in the hotel. Justice had come. I had my breakfast. Only three days late.