#roastgravy
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.
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 3:53 PM UTC