In my dreams, it’s Saturday morning. I’m in the kitchen, apron ’round my waist, opening the oven door to pull out a baking sheet full of fluffy, homemade buttermilk biscuits, tall and golden brown with melt-in-your-mouth flavor.
Everyone scurries to the table where we slit open the biscuits, steam rising from the center of the flaky layers, and slather them with butter, drizzle them with honey, or smear them with strawberry jam.
Well, you might have guessed that my reality strays a long way from my dreams. I’ve tried recipes that nearly guarantee success and talked to a master cook at my church who walked me through her techniques, all to no avail. My mother-in-law pops out perfect biscuits practically in her sleep. How can taking a few basic ingredients and creating a delectable treat be so difficult for me?
So, I have announced to my family that I have given up on making homemade biscuits. My attempts, while not terrible, have failed to produce what I want (not to mention that it looks like I lost a battle with a bag of flour when I’m done!) Baking biscuits has gone the way of making my own pie crusts…another homemaking endeavor that I do not plan to attempt again. I’ll stick to homemade cinnamon rolls, blueberry muffins, and hamburger buns.
Thankfully we don’t eat biscuits or pies too often. But from now on, baking biscuits in my kitchen will be preceded by the popping of a can or the snipping open of a bag from the freezer!
Is there anything you’ve attempted in the kitchen that you won’t try again?