We made a roast a few nights ago. I was running irrigation water all day and Brandon was out and about with other farm duties, so I wanted something that wouldn't take a lot of preparation come supper time.
So crockpot roast to the rescue.
Growing up, my MeMe made a roast, rice and gravy nearly every Sunday. My plate always consisted of a full layer of rice, covered in gravy, with some shredded roast on top.
And that's exactly how I made my plate Tuesday evening.
Halfway through our meal, Brandon asked, with a disgusted look on his face, "That really looks good to you?"
"Heck yeah. It's rice smothered in gravy. That's, like, every Southeast Texas girl's dream."
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