Second Grandson is here this morning, he has a standing order for homemade biscuits and southern gravy, which involves either bacon or sausage crumbled into the mix.. I walked into the kitchen at 7:35am, pulled out the flour and the shortening, and made biscuits, sliced some sausage, and got it cooking, then pitched the biscuits into the oven. It took 12 whole minutes, from the time I walked in until I was back in my computer chair, waiting to hear it start sizzling. Now I'm waiting on the smoke alarm to go off, signaling that the meat is done, and I'll mix up the gravy, fix hubby a couple of eggs, and put on my french maids uniform to serve it. I would don my waitress outfit, but the only tip they ever leave is dirty dishes, and tell me to make a bigger pan of gravy next time.
20 minutes after setting the food on the table, it is now mostly consumed, and I've heard no complaints.