Biscuits is an art form...
>> 18 September 2008
I can't make biscuits. I can eat them every day, but I can't make them to save me. I know all the best restaurants within 40 miles to get biscuits. The only one close enough for a daily visit has a problem with consistency. Some days, they're perfect. More often lately, they're a bit flat and dense. We affectionately call them hockey pucks. Some days, they're half done and you can taste the ingredients. Doughballs. Occasionally, they have more of a cornbread flavour, which isn't a bad thing, actually, but they make me crave greens.
Years ago, when I lived in DeLand, I never passed up an opportunity to visit Hunter's family restaurant. Miss June made the best biscuits! How I wish I'd asked her to teach me. Though I'm not at all sure one can be taught to make good biscuits. Oh, we can learn what to do and do everything exactly as our teacher, but how many of us can create a masterpiece worthy of the name 'BISCUIT'?
Miss June is gone now and Hunter's is too far even for a day trip. If I ever again find someone with her talent, I'm going to make a point of asking for lessons. Who knows? I might just be a latent Grandma Moses. 8-]
There are different kinds of gifts, but the same Spirit.
1 Corinthians 12:4
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