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In the pan where the roast once lay, Drippings remain— not thrown away. Over medium heat the pan is placed; A delicious journey we’re soon to taste. Two spoons of flour, sprinkled with care, Stirred into drippings— a perfect pair. A roux is born as it starts to brown; In this kitchen act no room for a frown. Broth is poured in a steady stream, Stirred through the roux until it gleams. Scrape the pan to free the bits— Each one adding to flavour’s hits. Bring to a boil, then let it simmer; Watch the gravy thicken and glimmer. Five minutes or ten— your choice, your blend; Our gravy journey nears its end. Season with salt and pepper’s bite; Adjust to taste until it’s right. Strain the gravy, smooth and hot— The perfect partner to your roast, fear not. Serve it proudly, this gravy so grand— A masterpiece crafted by your own hand. The Ballad of Roast Gravy, a tale to enjoy— A delicious poem for every girl and boy.
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Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 3:53 PM UTC
Ballad of the Roast Gravy - King of the Ball
In the pan where the roast once lay, Drippings remain— not thrown away. Over medium heat the pan is placed; A delicious journey we’re soon to taste. Two spoons of flour, sprinkled with care, Stirred into drippings— a perfect pair. A roux is born as it starts to brown; In this kitchen act no room for a frown. Broth is poured in a steady stream, Stirred through the roux until it gleams. Scrape the pan to free the bits— Each one adding to flavour’s hits. Bring to a boil, then let it simmer; Watch the gravy thicken and glimmer. Five minutes or ten— your choice, your blend; Our gravy journey nears its end. Season with salt and pepper’s bite; Adjust to taste until it’s right. Strain the gravy, smooth and hot— The perfect partner to your roast, fear not. Serve it proudly, this gravy so grand— A masterpiece crafted by your own hand. The Ballad of Roast Gravy, a tale to enjoy— A delicious poem for every girl and boy.
I love turning recipes into poetic tales, giving each dish its own moment at the ball. The Ballad of the Roast Gravy celebrates the king of the feastrich, golden, and born from simple drippingsready to crown the roast with flavour and charm.
LongJohnPaulBaldry
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71/M/Saltcoats - Scotland
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 3:53 PM UTC
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