Like the preacher who reuses a sermon, this is a recycled column I wrote back in the 1980's for the Lincoln County News. But, I love the nostalgia!
I admit it was a moment of rash insanity. The texas-style biscuits were on such a good sale (and also, I soon discovered, out of date), that they ended up in my cart and on my refrigerator shelf.
When my husband saw them he was less than pleased. "Canned biscuits?" he growled in disbelief while I pleaded a bout of temporary amnesia.
Have I ever mentioned that he likes everything cooked from scratch? Canned biscuits for a man to whom bread is the centrifugal force of every meal? Convenient cooking for a man to whom the microwave oven is synonomous with depraved morality & the National debt?
I must've suffered a blackout!
Next morning after hubby was safely at work I baked the offending little lumps of out of date dough.
"Snack time!" I announced to my merry band of 4 little food processors. "BISCUITS" they squealed in delight. "Oh I LOVE those kind of biscuits!" declared my eldest.
Who can win?
1 comment:
I do love those biscuits! Lol these are soo cute, what in the world where you doing posting at 5:55am, I didn't know 5 came twice in one day!
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