My Dad and his three brothers were raised on a farm. When, as a child, we’d go up to the farm, Grandma Velma would make a huge pot of country gravy. Those of us that came up to the farm from the city watched with huge eyes our uncles cover everything and I mean “everything” in country gravy...meat, potatoes, sliced tomatoes, green beans. My uncle Richard used to put it on Grandma’s chocolate cake. I love the stuff; but that was too much for me!
And I thought Uncle Larry was weird for mixing his peas with the mashed potatoes ;)