When I think of biscuits the first thing that comes to mind is the time my grandfather came over early one morning and my mother making breakfast for all of us. She made her delicious buttermilk biscuits, eggs and bacon. My mother's biscuits were the bomb that were light, fluffy and buttery.
Now you have to understand, we were not a well off family and everything was always doled out equally between my siblings and I. We knew exactly how many biscuits there were and how many each of us would be able to have. They were so yummy that we each wanted to make sure that we received our share.
When I reached to get my second and final biscuit, the basket was empty. Empty. I looked at grandpa, "Grandpa how many biscuits did you eat?"
He looked at me blankly and said, "I have know idea, I didn't know there was a limit." He smiled uncomfortably and later, as an adult, he told me that he felt bad that he had eaten my biscuit.
From that moment on, whenever we had biscuits at grandma and grandpa's house, grandpa would turn to me and jokingly ask if I had counted the biscuits and how many biscuits he was allowed to have. It became a family joke which I actually didn't mind, most of the time.
Lessons Learned: Make sure you grab both your biscuits first thing, Hah! Make sure everyone knows the rules, especially the unspoken ones that may only be known in your family. Make sure everyone gets their fair share whenever possible. Remember when something uncomfortable happens, there is a good chance you will laugh about it later.
Comfort food:As much as we loved mom's biscuits it was often what we put on them that we loved even more. My mother would make chocolate and biscuits, in fact, we often had our choice between that or Butter horns, which is something else in our family that isn't like traditional butter horns.
Unfortunately my mother never taught me how to make her buttermilk biscuits, anytime I asked, she would say, "You've seen me make them a million times, just do it the way I do." That pretty much sums up how my mother taught me to cook, well not completely but it seems like it. She almost never used measuring utensils and that made it even harder.
|Photo by Elizabeth Famellos|
Chocolate and Biscuits
Use your favorite biscuit recipe, I used the recipe Southern Buttermilk Biscuits this time. It wasn't as good as my mother's but it was good.
After you put them in the oven begin the chocolate syrup.
In a small to medium sauce pan:
1 cup sugar
2 tablespoons cocoa
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 tablespoon flour (optional)
Mix really well.
Turn on burner to medium and add 1/2 cup milk (yes only a half cup) and stir until all is mixed together.
Stir frequently (or constantly) until it comes to a boil. Stir in 1/2 teaspoon Vanilla, boil for one minute more and then turn it off or to very low. Stir occasionally until you are ready to serve..
Open up your biscuits, add a slice of butter, and spoon hot chocolate syrup over them and enjoy! Pour a tall glass of milk and you have a decadent and delicious breakfast.
What special breakfast did your mom make when you were growing up?
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Morgan Dragonwillow is a writing rebel, foodie, urban gardener, recovering perfectionist, poet & author that (mostly) doesn't let her fears get in the way of her passion for writing and creating. She is team leader at @StoryDam, creatrix of #OctPoWriMo You can find her writing and dancing into a wild and juicy life at Playing with Words. She lives in Marietta, Ga. with her loving and patient partner, their dog that thinks she's a princess, and the cat that reminds her that she isn't.You can also find her on Google+
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