And take biscuits--biscuits had fallen into disgrace right along with cake. Would anybody eat a biscuit anymore? No way, not on your life. Too fattening! Too much cholesterol! All that white flour! All that shortening! On and on, 'til you could keel over and croak. She'd been born in the wrong century.
Jan Karon's Esther Bolick in
In This Mountain
I share your pain, Esther. I thought about you while I was basting my buttermilk biscuits with more buttermilk before popping them into the oven.
I know you did finally keel over and croak, Esther, many books later, but I blame that on all those orange marmalade cakes you baked over the years, not the much maligned biscuit.
After all, my mama baked them her whole life and she's in her 90s now, and she basically used the same recipe I still use, found here.
Sometime I might write a post over on Dewena's Window about my two months of cooking from the pantry...
fridge and freezer...
supplemented with cornbread...
and gifts from our mini-garden...
and generous garden gifts from a brother-in-law...
(our 4th bag of fresh cut okra that gave us many dinners of fried okra...)
(and fried okra salad...)
And mighty good eating it all was, still...
When I finally was making up a grocery list this weekend, what did RH and I both crave?
Ham and Biscuits!
And was it ever good for Sunday dinner!
I figure that big ham will give us many suppers and breakfasts, with a ham bone left for another big pot of pinto beans.
[yes, I like ham the color of red mahogany,
And there's leftover buttermilk so I'm thinking of James Beard's Buttermilk Basil Bread and maybe the sweet tea buttermilk pie that looks amazing on the current cover of Garden & Gun magazine.
Now I need to figure out what to do with odds and ends of things left in the pantry. What can I do with a can of condensed milk, a can of cherry pie filling, a box of cake flour, more sardines, and a jar of orzo?