As much as I love my wife and her family ... in their family there is only one color for gravy ... white ... basic, bland, tasteless, empty, vacant, soulless, heartless white.

The best part is that I don't think they like 'Ma's gravy' either.

They cover their food with the tasteless white gravy and then dose it with lots and lots of salt everywhere. Even as we ate, people just regularly picked up the salt to sprinkle some more on during the entire meal. A telling part is that no one, even me, would think of consuming the gravy without salt.

The funniest thing was the next year I went for Christmas. They guarded the gravy from me. I still helped in the kitchen because they liked that. Then just when the meal started, they set aside a cup of gravy for me in a pot and said I could make my own if I wanted to. I was polite and said that I would have 'Ma's gravy' instead ...... and reached for the salt. Lol