Normally I just make gravy with the drippings, bits of batter that remain in the skillet, works out great. Like you my grandmother is who taught me to cook. She never taught her two daughters, my mom and my aunt even though they were a farm family that is sort of expected but granny did not have time to clean up the mess afterwards because she was up at 5:00 or so preparing for the meals for the family and farmhands.
i am bad at stories so in a nutshell
so I was about 8 years old.
My grandpa with my cousin slaughtered my grammas fav 🐷 (she named and everything)
*backstory
he would always tease her he was gonna fry er up and eat her one day with a big smile on his face (Their relationship ...don’t ask)
whelp! Obviously that time came (because I was so young it took me some years too fully understand what was said and went on that morning )
in short he didn’t tell her the butchered meat was her Mary-Sue Shaking head)
my gramma cooked breakfast that one morning as I assume my grampa and cousin imagine making snide comments
he only said something till after the meal was done and told her Mary-sue Made good sausage after all thank god we got more of her in the freezers
word for word that’s what he said , and just like that my gramma ran right out across the way to the pigs
my grampa never lived that down and probably to their dying day I know my grandma would of if she wasn’t so “godly” woulda made him disappear that day forever!
anyway we laugh about it now kinda lol it’s one of those RUSerious!!
He told her to never to name food anything but food!