When I first arrived in Florida decades ago, I’d never heard of biscuits and gravy. I soon found out it was a Southern thing — and apparently it still is. Just for grins, I checked the menus of several diners in and around my hometown in Rockland County, N.Y., in search of biscuits and gravy … Nope. Nada. Not even biscuits. Which, to my way of thinking, is a good thing. I’ll add here that, although I’ve tasted biscuits and gravy over the years, I’ve never taken to it. It screams cholesterol gut-bomb.