Coon Creek Gravy Toast – its Cooking With hank

RICHLAND CENTER, Wis (WRCO) – We do it EVERY Friday, its COOKING WITH HANK!

Midnight “Coon Creek Gravy Toast” – Outrageously Detailed Version

Ingredients:

2 slices of bread (white, wheat, or that one sad slice that’s been sitting in your pantry plotting)

2 tablespoons butter (or enough to make your pan scream in delight)1 can of biscuits or leftover mashed potatoes (because midnight cooking is about resourcefulness, not rules)

1 cup sausage gravy (homemade, canned, or Frankenstein-style mystery gravy)

Optional: hot sauce, because we live on the edge

Instructions:

Step 1: Butter your pan like you’re trying to impress a squirrel.Don’t be shy. The butter should sizzle immediately and make your kitchen smell like victory. If it pops, scream a little — it’s part of the charm.

Step 2: Toast the breadLay the slices down and try to keep them from sliding off the pan like rebellious teenagers.If the bread burns a little, congratulations — you’ve achieved the patented “hillbilly char flavor.

Step 3: Heat the gravyPour the sausage gravy into a tiny pot or pan. Stir occasionally and mutter things like,  Don’t go all lumpy on me now. Bonus points if you talk to it like a pet:  You better behave, little gravy.

Step 4: Pile it high Place your toast on a plate. Pour that lumpy, glorious gravy over it like you’re building a tiny edible hill.If it drips down the sides, don’t panic — that’s just gravy baptism.

Step 5: Drip a little on top and whisper, “We ride at dawn,” even though it’s 1:30 AM and no one is watching.

Step 6: Eat like a hillbilly royalty 

Pick up the toast carefully. Attempt a dignified bite. Fail. Gravy dribbles onto your shirt.Wipe it off with your sleeve. You’re officially part of the Midnight Gravy Hall of Fame.

Optional: lick your fingers and say, “Worth every second of life I’ve wasted tonight.”

Hillbilly Wisdom:

If the toast is soggy, call it “extra gravy absorption.

”If your pan is slightly scorched, call it “flavor notes from the holler.

”If it’s actually delicious, brace yourself — you might have just invented a national holiday.

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