This morning Roland made biscuits with
sausage gravy. Biscuits and Gravy had
been a morning staple for those who lived where I served my mission – at least
my first area. I recall a conversation
(after we pointed out to her that biscuits and gravy in the west was not that
common.)
She said that she couldn’t even imagine life
without biscuits and gravy. We said that
someone in the west missing biscuits and gravy would be as easy to imagine as
for her to imagine life without scones.
What?!
“What are scones?”
“Exactly. That’s how much we would miss
biscuits with gravy”
Because scones was such a foreign concept to
the members of my first area, my companion decided it would be fun to introduce
several of them to our idea of wonderful.
Several members were invited to the bishop’s
home where my companion (though I think we had made the initial dough at the
dinky trailer where we had lived) fried up scones and put me in charge of the
honey-butter. I stirred the honey and
butter together. Big deal. It was my companion who had done the majority
of work.
I don’t think the members were all too
impressed with scones. I didn’t hear
anybody say anything about the scone itself.
Several praised me on my wonderful honey-butter (as though I had slaved
all day over it; actually that part of
the world seemed big into apple butter – which is not near as sweet as the
honey) It is the only time I remember
having scones on my mission.
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