At some point in the early 1970s my grandmother Pauline and her double first cousin Nina (pronounced Nine-ah) opened a diner together.  The most sought after item on the menu: biscuits and gravy.  Business was a big success until chronic infighting between them caused a split, and eventually the diner folded.  My grandmother kept making her biscuits and gravy until she lost her mind in the 1980s.   I remember her always serving it up with an apology – “This isn’t very good” she’d say each time..  It was, of course – always the best batch she had ever made – each and every time.

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