Classic buttermilk biscuits
Biscuits
My love for biscuits started as a young lad. My mother was adamant that every night–no matter what was going on–we sat, as a family, and had dinner. Since it was the way things were, I usually looked forward to it, unless of course, I was watching something awesome on television like…My So-Called Life or Roswell, in which case I would grumble at the sound of my mother calling me in to the kitchen. She didn’t really trust my brother and I to do too much; the only tasks she asked of us were to set the table, make a salad, which till this day I still hate, and/or make biscuits. Now you’re thinking to yourself, Homemade biscuits? Kids?! Oh no, we were totally content with the Pillsbury pre-made biscuits that came in the canned roll…you know, the kind where you peel the paper back and crack open the cylinder by slamming it on the side of the counter, then you’d peel the biscuits apart and stick ’em in the oven for 10 minutes. Those were the kinds of biscuits we were into. Homemade biscuits didn’t exist. My parents were too busy shuffling my brother and I to and from …
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