Homemade Biscuits

It's taken about 10-11 years but I can say that I'm finally getting into cooking. Let's not exaggerate at any means but I enjoy it more than I use to. I still love a quick meal but I'm not so afraid to try new things. . .especially desserts. That may not count. Only in the calorie department.

Another thing that I have really taken on is my Southern roots. There are a lot of fun food traditions in the south, that I have to say, if it wasn't for my bundle of ex-pat friends from out west, I would never even realized. They've heightened my senses. Someday I might just write a book about what to expect as a Mormon in the south. Not to pick on them but many come thinking that they are going to share the gospel with so many. They are moving to the missionary field. True but more than likely they will be approached by several religions on trying to save their soul before they even get a word in outside that they are "Mormon." I love it. Nothing I'm not use to. I went to a high school with around 1200 students and anywhere between only 6-10 of them were of my faith. I can say that in many ways I know what it's like to be the minority.

Funny thing is, I couldn't wait to get out of my little town and head West back in those days. I thought it would make my life so much easier. I guess you can never take the southern out of a girl. Now I hope I never do. Just as I hope everyone loves the south as much as me I enjoy having my friends share their culture and love for their home just as much.

So here I am, almost 30 *gulp* and realizing how much southern-isms were embedded in me as a child and how much of that stays with you. I've now taken it to heart and just gone with it. Give my children those same "manners and rules."

This leads me to homemade biscuits. They can be eaten for breakfast or dinner. They are nothing like a roll. They are pure goodness and they require lots of TLC. Like most women who take time to master making rolls, I've spent the past year trying to master biscuits (next is cornbread). I watched my grandmother and my mother gently mix and knead until just right. I decided it was time I stop cheating with the freezer batch and make a real Southern girl of myself!

After months of practice just recently I can say I made the PERFECT batch. Jarom asked, "Are these the ones from the freezer?" (rolling eyes and being slightly flattered, OK fully flattered because what Jarom thinks of my cooking is most important to me) I reply, "No. I made these." Jarom responds, "These taste better than yours."

I felt like I'd just won the county fair first prize! I smiled all night and made sure this was going down for the records.

I won't lie. I was pretty darn proud of myself and ate about five. It's hard to resist such pure fluffiness with that buttery taste (and some apple butter).

I love biscuits. Amen.