Well my friends, I survived my first Yankee Challenge. My pants are a little snug today from the obscene number of buttermilk biscuits I ate - and the bacon gravy I kept sampling (even though I am not supposed to eat that stuff). It was a huge success and my husband was SO proud of me for killing the big southern breakfast assignment on the first try. He told me it's not every day a Yankee can make a good batch of breakfast gravy without first screwing it up a couple of times.
I'd love to show you all the pretty pictures I took of my food, but I am allowing my friends over at The Hungry Southerner to blog about it first. In the meantime, I will leave you with a glorious picture of my beautiful buttermilk biscuits.
Being the true Yankee that I am... I made my biscuits toooo small. Breakfast biscuits are supposed to be BIG and for some reason I grabbed a tiny glass to use to do the cutting.
Next time they will be fatter - I promise!