- It’s early a.m., Feb. 25.
- The neighborhood kids have their sleds out and are using the cul-de-sac as a luge track.
- The current record is 10.7 seconds held by the little blonde girl with the fluffy pink stocking cap.
- She has excellent launch technique, and a clear desire to beat the boys.
- All I can think about is how hard landing on those sleds in these temperatures would be.
- I’m getting too old for this … stuff.
- I hiked out to look at the main road yesterday, careful to stay on the “grass.”
- Kinda sorta looked like the main was cleared-ish.
- I stepped out on the street and though it bore the look of snow, it was hard, packed ice.
- Guy could break a hip messing around on that, so of course I did some running slides, arms flailing about.
- Life’s too short to not have a good time.
- Speaking of good times, and because I know you know you’re dying to know, I made biscuits from scratch Wednesday night.
- Did they turn out well?
- No.
- Did they scratch the itch?
- Also no.
- Couple things. I think I worked the dough too much. It stuck to the waxed paper and I had to fold it again to get it loose.
- I had to use two-percent milk instead of whole, which allegedly leads to fluffier biscuits.
- Also, I don’t have a rolling pin.
- I mentioned that to a friend and they Googled “alternatives to rolling pins” for me, and said I could use a pint glass or a wine bottle.
- Opened a bottle of wine to empty to try that.
- Drank some wine.
- (I’m not really a wine person.)
- Looked at the bottle and decided I didn’t want to go to the trouble to get the labels off.
- And then realized I probably should’ve not opened the wine.
- I’d use a glass instead.
- Only after mixing the dough and dropping it onto the lightly floured wax paper, I totally forgot about the glass and used my hands to sort of mash it into a rectangle.
- …
- First time, man.
- (I only had the one glass of wine, thank you very much.)
- They didn’t rise all that much.
- Let’s say I can see why the British call cookies biscuits because my biscuits look like cookies. Kinda. Not all of them.
- And were kinda bland, like not enough salt.
- Room for improvement.
- I’m officially on the biscuit vision quest.
- Today, well, I need to get out of here. I must get out of this place.
- If only to get food cooked by someone else.
- In addition to the biscuits on Wednesday, I also made a pot of soup (lunch), and baked some fish (dinner).
- Last night, baked Parmesan chicken and sautéed veggies.
- And then we made Nestle Tollhouse recipe chocolate chip cookies, with milk chocolate chips instead of semi-sweet.
- Which I had for breakfast this morning with my coffee.
- Glorious.
- Life’s too short not to eat the cookies.
The Biscuit Chronicles, Vol. III
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