In my opinion, no holiday meal looks complete on my dinner plate unless it’s liberally coated (and by “coated,” I mean “submerged in”) gravy. But when you’ve spent fourteen hours cooking dinner and that turkey pan full of pan drippings is staring at you, almost mocking in its greasy diluted uselessness, it’s hard not to just rip a packet of powdered mix and chuck it in the microwave out of spite.
