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Granny churned the butter by hand
in an old gallon jar
while the biscuits warmed in the oven
and you could smell the chocolate
boiling in the milk and sugar
It was her Granny treat
she made only for her babies
home for the holidays
and we lay on our pallets
in layers of quilts and old feather mattresses
snug in the warmth of the big wood stove
stoking the morning with its hot breath
of oak and creosote
The air was warm and creamy thick
with our anticipation
for that sweet holiday treat
that only a Granny could make
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Adding your comment:
This is a delectable memory, Sweetie. My mama would make homemade hot chocolate when it turned cool, but no one ever made me chocolate gravy. 
Perhaps they realized how dangerous that could become, considerin'. 
My best friend did make me sausage with red gravy, though (in Louisiana). It was awfully tasty. 
Good luck in Jin's contest, my Friend. 
