Clueless Yankee Attempts Southern Cooking

Continuing along the theme of Southern cooking that has invaded my life of late, I have a confession to make. Monday was C's birthday, so I told him I'd make him his favorite meal. He chose biscuits and gravy. Cue the slight panic -- I'm a Yankee, I don't know how to do that stuff! But you know what? It was actually really easy. I followed a recipe for buttermilk biscuits that was right on the bag of flour, and after I figured out what the hell "cutting in shortening" was, it went just fine. They actually turned out great! As a non-baker, I was very impressed with myself. Then for the gravy, I just browned some crumbled breakfast sausage in a pan, and added flour and milk. That's all there was to it. Really. Now for the confession: I actually really really liked this meal. I will probably make it again -- mostly because I know it would make C happy, but also because, well, it was delicious. But there is absolutely nothing healthy about it, so it's going to remain a once-in-a-while thing. Meanwhile, I must devise a way to get the boy to eat vegetables...