I know I'm to blame for this. It's almost embarrassing what I'm willing to do to get a good fresh bagel and a coffee...probably shouldn't allow my stomach to dictate my schedule like it does.
...There's a certain kind of guilt only women living South of the Mason Dixon line can experience. That guilt is one of shame and comes from feeling like a traitor. There are only a few things that make me feel like I've betrayed my roots. One is the lack of monograms in my life, another is the lack of pearls in my small jewelry collection, and the third is knowing that my kids haven't experienced a biscuit that wasn't suffocated by butter and served through a window.
|Charleston's famous Callie's biscuits|
It's time I give my oldest two a quick but thorough lesson on love and lard. My Aunt Susan swears by the recipe on the back of the White Lily flour sack. Some folks only cook with Crisco, others prefer lard, and butter will always be better, but I guess it depends on what happens to be in the pantry when you get a hankerin'.
I'd love to hear about your family's best kept secrets. If you're lacking in that department, here are a few articles and recipes that peaked my interest.
In the meantime, I'll be folding, kneading, cutting, and mixing up some hopefully delicious carbs. Stay calm and biscuit on...