Years and years ago, I went to South Carolina on a rare family vacation that did not involve camping in Northern Ontario. Besides some great sights, I really loved that they served biscuits rather than bread rolls every place I went to.
In my university days, armed with a recipe from one of my mother’s cookbooks, I tried to make them from scratch. I ended up with a flour covered kitchen floor and somewhat hard biscuits that were more reminiscent of English muffins.
I do like the idea of learning to bake one day. I think I even like baking more than cooking. Perhaps it is because desserts and breads seem so much more delicious….Lately, I have watched enough “baking challenge shows to whet this interest. I just wonder why all of these shows have expensive Kitchenaid mixers. Obviously they are the sponsors, but they also appear to be the gold standard. Is that true?
Back to the point. For this morning’s breakfast, rather than have predictable toast and/or cereal, I decided to make biscuits. Now, before you get excited, I didn’t actually make them from scratch. I found a mix at the dollar store and decided to give it a go. You may not consider this real baking (and honestly, I don’t either) but it was so much easier.
I think they turned out pretty good. Good enough to be today’s perfect moment. Of course the day is young yet, and I might have to amend this a little later.