Chipotle cheddar drop biscuits
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For the most part growing up, I was a pretty good kid. I never got in huge trouble or needed long-term grounding. But on the few occasions when I did get sent to my room for a few hours, I remember it really hurting my feelings. My first instinct was to make my parents “pay” for being so mean to me, so I’d usually find myself mumbling, “Well, fine…I’m just…I’m just…gonna run away!” I always dreamed about the moment when my parents realized I’d skipped town and how bad they’d feel about being mad at me in the first place. I had a really romantic image of what running away was, and I blame it all on Snoopy. He had that perfectly straight tree branch with the blanket wrapped around. It probably contained all his prized possessions. Whenever I envisioned packing my own little knapsack, I thought of all the cool stuff I’d take with me. Like my Cookie Monster! And some UNO cards for entertainment, some Capri Suns for when I got thirsty and some flaky biscuits for a snack. My Mom always got those pre-made biscuits; you know, the ones that come in that tube and require …
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