Contains affiliate links Until Matthew joined the military, I had spent most of my life between the Northwest and the Midwest. While my family did a lot of traveling and road-tripping, we never made it to the south; which means, unfortunately, I had never experienced the pleasure of biscuits and gravy. In fact, I didn’t even know there was such thing as a breakfast-type gravy. The first time I tasted biscuits and gravy was in Alabama while I was visiting Matthew for his officer training graduation. I ended up eating them just about every morning for a week. When we moved to Mississippi, right after training, creating biscuits and gravy…