The Biscuits of Old San Antone

M and I are on the road for a weekend away--although not that far away since we're in San Antonio for two nights then a final night in Austin.

When we travel, we basically look at art, walk, and eat. There's been less walking this time, but plenty of eating.

I haven't found remoulade this time (but then I haven't looked that hard either), but oh my we found biscuits.

The Pioneer Flour Mill was founded by the Guenther family in the 1800s, and their house, on the grounds of the still-working mill, has been turned into a museum, gift shop, and (the good part) a small restaurant with baked goods made from Pioneer flour. They serve breakfast, and the breakfast they serve is a reason to get up.

The picture above is the breakfast that M and I shared this morning: 2 biscuits, fruit, bacon, gravy. All of that comprises one breakfast although that would take an even bigger appetite than mine, so we split it between us.

Normally I'm not a fan of white cream gravy; I grew up with it and ate probably gallons of the stuff. It's definitely poor folks food since you can get a lot of "full" for very little money. But it's not a food I'll wax nostalgic about--unlike, say, crackling cornbread which can make me positively tear up.

(Here's a digression: I had a friend in grade school who came from a very large, very poor family who lived in the trailer park near my house. I went home with her after school one day and the after school snack for the horde of kids clustered around the table was a big bowl of cold white gravy and a loaf of cheap white bread. Another time I was at her home for dinner and her mother served fried turkey tails, cream gravy and cheap white bread. I don't remember a vegetable or a starch like potatoes, but there might have been because I was pretty stunned by the reality of a giant platter of fried turkey tails. We might have eaten beans and cornbread a lot at the end of each month, but never fried turkey tails.)

The gravy at the Guenther House restaurant, however, is definitely not poor folks food since there was a significant percentage of pork sausage in the gravy.

We ate outside even though it's late July in south Texas because while Dolly made others suffer, she brought some temporary cooling to some of the rest of us.

It's not an exciting way to spend a weekend, but it's pretty darned good. And I have hopes for barbeque in Austin.