My wonderful Sister-in-Law was in town this weekend. She came with her daughter and my Smart Ass Brother-in-Law to celebrate family birthdays and enjoy each other’s company.
Not only did she decided to walk in the March of Dimes walk with me this weekend, but she also shared her biscuit recipe with me. What a cool chick!
This is a big deal. See, Southern folk are known for loving their biscuits and most will claim that theirs are the best.
They are wrong.
My Sister-in-Law makes the most kick ass biscuits I have ever tasted. I normally don’t like biscuits because they tend to be dry. Not hers. She makes these little round nuggets of moist doughy goodness that, as Paula Deen would say, are enough to make you slap yo mama!!
Here she is working that biscuit magic. Go, you little biscuit maker, go!
She sent me home with a couple leftover biscuits and gave me the tips and tricks to making my own. I was so proud. It was like an initiation into a Southern club. Now all I need is a cast iron skillet and my mother-in-law’s corn bread recipe and I could easily turn in my Yankee membership!
I decided that I would spend Sunday making biscuits with my newly acquired recipe. I wanted to practice the ‘technique’ that I’m told is the key.
It began with round one. I used the wrong size biscuit cutter and managed to created these tiny little rocks that could easily put out an eye.
Next time the kids get on my nerves I swear I’ll just hand them a few of these and let them pelt the hell out of each other in the backyard.
Good times.
Then I moved on to round two and the answer became clear…
We must sell our house and move to Nashville so that I can force my sister-in-law to become the entire operation of my biscuit sweatshop.
It’s brilliant. And, I’ll be able to spend my days in a biscuit induced state of euphoria.
Gluttonous I know, but what a way to go!
