After much sifting (well, if using a mesh colander as a sifter counts, because we don't have a sifter) and kneading, I had myself some nice dough.
About an hour in, I was ready to form the biscuits. The recipe told me to cut the dough into six pieces. SIX pieces. Well, seven if you count the excess dough I formed into an extra one. All that work for six stupid biscuits! Oh well, too late now.
Expecting disaster, I kept my eye on the oven while the biscuits baked. Miraculously, they came out looking like this!
Add biscuits to the extremely short list of things I can cook. They're awfully good with the berry-infused honey I had in my cupboard, in case you were curious.
Hmmm, those look awfully good. Might be a recipe I could handle. But I imagine the first thing to do is double it. :)
ReplyDeleteThose look really good!
ReplyDeleteYou ARE a Southern girl. You can't help it. How I wish you could have tasted the most divine biscuits on this planet made by Mamie nearly every day of my childhood. How I wish I had her recipe, but then, it contained lots of lard. Love the apron, too.
ReplyDeleteCHRISTMAS BISCUITS!!!!! I can't wait!
ReplyDeleteThanks everybody! Although I don't recall saying anything about Christmas biscuits, and dad you can't eat them anyway.
ReplyDelete6 biscuits is not a lot, but you got them the right size. Southern biscuits must be big and very asymmetrical. Score!
ReplyDeleteMmmmmm, biscuits. These look very much like the ones I knew and loved when I was growing up in Kentucky, minus the yucky red-eye gravy part. You did good!
ReplyDeleteGuess the ability to make biscuits has been hiding in my genes all this time :)
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