I remember being a kid and my mother making chocolate gravy on the weekends. My mother’s recipe tastes slightly different than my Mamaw’s, or my aunt’s, but still delicious just the same. When I was younger, I used to say I didn’t like chocolate gravy, but now looking back, I have no idea why. What child would reject being allowed to eat chocolate for breakfast? Me, apparently. Eventually, I came around.
Chocolate gravy is basically a warm chocolate sauce that you pour over a biscuit. Everyone I’ve ever eaten chocolate gravy with has their own technique. My husband pours the gravy over the whole biscuit and cuts each bite as he eats. My cousin likes to have the biscuit and gravy separately and dip the bites of biscuit into the chocolate. Personally, I like to rip the biscuit into pieces first, and then pour the gravy over top. But no matter what you do, you have to stir in a little butter first, letting it melt into the chocolate sauce. You just have to.
Every summer, my family travels to Bald Head Island together, and in the mornings, we mingle around from beach house to beach house, carrying our coffee mugs (or Miller Lites) with us wherever we land. The air is heavy with summer, and as we enter each house, we share whatever food is in the kitchen. And usually, one house has chocolate gravy on the stove.
During one beach trip, I remember my cousin Jessica giving chocolate gravy to her youngest son, Jake, for the first time. Jake was probably 4 or 5 years old at the time, and as he took his first bite, everyone in the room watched him to see his reaction. Jake’s eyes lit up like it was Christmas morning.
Chocolate Gravy Recipe
1 teaspoon butter
1 cup sugar
1 tablespoon flour
1 tablespoon cocoa powder
1 cup milk
Heat a skillet on medium heat, and melt the butter. Mix the flour and cocoa with the butter in the pan, and then add the milk and sugar. Stir constantly until the sauce thickens up enough to coat the back of a spoon. Stir in some butter and pour over fresh biscuits.
Clearly, chocolate gravy is not what you would call a balanced breakfast, but it’s definitely something special. It wasn’t something my mother made every day, or even every week.
But when she did, everyone gathered around the table.