biscuits and forever families

Yesterday found us with too much buttermilk and not enough syrup. So pancakes were out the window for breakfast. Instead, I made a batch of my Grandma B's buttermilk biscuits. As I was mixing the butter into the dough with my fingers, I started to think about my grandma. Her bright red hair, and the way she wore pantyhose with her old green bathing suit, her strong arms and slender frame. Her happy smile and tender hugs. I am so thankful to have known her. I believe that families can be sealed together forever, and that I will see my Grandma B again someday, along with all of the others who came before me. I will see them and I will know them, and that makes me feel very grateful.


Grandma B's Buttermilk Biscuits

2 2/3 cup flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
4-5 tablespoons Crisco (this time I used butter instead)
1 cup buttermilk

Sift dry ingredients. Cut in Crisco. (You can use two knives, or a food processor, but I just use my fingers.) Stir in milk quickly with a fork. Knead for about 20 seconds, then roll out and cut. Bake at 450 degrees for 12 minutes.

I think baking biscuits is an art, one that I haven't quite mastered. But this much I know: don't overwork the dough, be quick when mixing and rolling or patting into shape. I use a drinking glass to cut out my biscuits because that's what my grandma did. And I like to serve them straight from the oven with a bowl full of molasses for dipping.

Here is a great biscuit tutorial.