Biscuits. Cheddar biscuits.
I’ve been on a warpath lately – luckily for you (and my roommates) this warpath is filled with fierce love, cold butter, and lots of shredding on a quest for my perfect cheddar biscuit. Through all my baking adventures, my mom always says, “If you only master good bread and biscuits, you’re set. Everyone will love you.” When it comes to these biscuits, I think I’m well on my way. Man, I hope my future husband isn’t gluten intolerant. That would be a deal breaker huge hurdle. “No bourbon” would also be a problem, but I suppose I can always make an Old Fashioned for one.
Biscuits used to scare me. I don’t know why, but I think it had something to do with all the fuss over the size of the butter and the speed at which you incorporate it into the dry ingredients so your hot little hands don’t melt the dang butter. I’m here to tell you, don’t be a scaredy cat like me – jump in the biscuit dough, the butter’s fine! …or something like that.
Fast to come together and no rest or rise time, biscuits are a dream bread. They successfully masquerade as breakfast, lunch, dinner, or a snack. Sweet or savory? It’s a choose your own adventure sort of bread once you’ve mastered the basics. My great aunt made a mean biscuit, but this recipe works as a great base biscuit (just leave out the cheddar…although that seems foolish).
If you have the same fear of
Happy November! Can you believe that there are only two more months left in 2013?! Scary, I know. The good news:
- It’s not winter yet – we still have the perfect fall weather.
- The best holidays remain.
- There’s a lot more soup and spiked hot chocolate in my future.
- …and a lot more scarves, boots, and blankets (in which I will burrito myself for all of winter. Hey, it’s a fact that redheads don’t do as well with the cold.)
- There’s still time for your 2013 New Years Resolutions!
I’m still hanging on with my monthly savings, I’ve been seeing a lot of live music, and I’ve been doing well with my French news article a day. But with the time left in 2013, I’m going to Don’t stop! Keep reading…
Oh hey, didn’t see ya there! How are you today? Is that a new shirt? Well it looks stunning.
So I’m teaching myself some important life lessons lately. Some smaller, some bigger. Let’s talk.
#1: I’m embracing the last minute plans. This one I already knew, but I’ve been doing it a lot more lately, and honestly, the spontaneous plans often turn out to be some of the best.
#2: I ate a fresh Krispy Kreme doughnut and loved every second of it. Then had another one. No regrets. (It had been 40 days sans sweets, so I felt great about it.)
#3: Even when my day is crazy-busy, I’ve been taking 10 minutes to walk around the block and get some fresh air. It does WONDERS. And if a latte is involved, even better.
I love having a free, lazy-designated Sunday morning. Sundays were made for big breakfasts and lounging by the pool with an ice-cold drink or reading a good book in a rocking chair on a fabulous wrap-around porch (obviously both if you’re lucky enough). Usually my Sunday breakfasts involve pancakes and/or a giant veggie scramble with THE coffee mug…you know which one I’m talking about – there’s one in every coffee-centric household – the one that is basically the size of your head. Fill it twice. I digress.
On a Sunday when I wake up feeling pretty (probably because I finally got the appropriate amount of sleep) and I’m feeling extra lux, I’ll make something faaaancy! This time it was the Baked Coffee Cake French Toast that I’ve been pining after in the Joy the Baker cookbook. Oh! Mah! Goooodness! It was divine. I diverged from the recipe a little (surprise!), but I took stale buttermilk bread, soaked it in a dreamy custard (eggs, milk, vanilla, sug, and ~1T. instant coffee) and then coverd it in a sweet streusel topping (brown sug, cinnamon, butter, flour, salt and a little more instant coffee). Bake the whole pan in the oven at 350 for about 20 minutes, allow your entire house to fill with the sweet smell of cinnamon, sugar, and butter. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Then enjoy your beeeaaaautiful Sunday! :D
**French phrase for fun!
J’aime trop les dimanches paresseux.
I love lazy Sundays.