Biscuit Remix

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I stood in front of the pantry, staring at the boxes and bags of mixes in a colorful row on the third shelf. Red, blue, yellow, orange, they all promised homemade taste with less measuring, less headache, less precision.

I picked up a yellow box, shaking it gently. I could feel the slight shift of flour and magical powdered ingredients inside. Without looking, I knew there wasn't enough. Sighing, I put it back on the shelf and made a mental note to pick up more.

"There may not be biscuits with the soup tonight," I said over my shoulder, my hands shifting the boxes around hoping to find a full box hiding behind the macaroni.

Chad came up behind me. "Any way you can make them from scratch?"

I pursed my lips and thought for a moment. "I think so. Let me see if I have everything." Reaching over for my red and white checked cookbook, I flipped through the pages until I came to a simple recipe for biscuits.

"Looks like there's only a few ingredients. I might actually be able to pull this off." I set the book on the counter and reached to the top shelf where a lonely bin of flour sat collecting dust. "Any idea where my measuring cups are?"

"I think they were with Joseph's playdough," Chad said, starting down the hall to retrieve them.

Laying out my ingredients, I pulled a heavy bowl out of a cabinet next to the stove. Concentrating on the recipe, I carefully measured out flower, baking powder, salt, butter, and milk. I mixed the dough and dropped rounded spoonfuls onto my baking stone.

The kitchen took on a warm, floury smell as the biscuits baked. In minutes, I took out golden, flaky biscuits. I carefully split one open, the crumbs falling to the counter. The butter melted instantly, dripping down my fingers. Taking a quick bite, I couldn't help but wonder if I'd ever buy Bisquick again.

This post was inspired by the RemembeRED post that asked us to recycle an old blog post and give it a memoir make over.

How did I do? Oh! And if you want to see the original post. Here you go.

11 comments:

Cameron (CDG) [Reply]

I think you did a marvelous job inviting us into the moment, giving us sensory details and a snippet of dialogue, a tender and touching look into an everyday moment.

Nancy M. Campbell [Reply]

The kitchen took on a warm, floury smell as the biscuits baked. In
minutes, I took out golden, flaky biscuits. I carefully split one open,
the crumbs falling to the counter. The butter melted instantly, dripping
down my fingers. Taking a quick bite, I couldn't help but wonder if I'd
ever buy Bisquick again.

That's so incredibly sensory and perfect. And mouthwatering.

Also love the dialouge. I, too, have lost many a kitchen implement to play dough.

sweetbutterbliss

I can smell biscuits here and now. I think you should swear off Bisquick too, if your biscuits were half as good as your descriptions are.

Victoria KP [Reply]

Love this! There's something really empowering about realizing you can make something from scratch you've been doing with a mix for years. I had a similar experience with corn muffins. Now I haven't bought a box in years and have the recipe memorized.

Mad Woman [Reply]

Homemade beats bisquick in the biscuit department EVERY TIME.
And thank you, I'm now hungry for some homemade, butter melting goodness.

Love the bits of sensory stimulation.... you do that so well!

TMW Hickman [Reply]

Wow! I have never wanted biscuits so much in my life! Great job bringing me into your kitchen with this.

Christine E-E

I can taste the buttery, jelly topped biscuit ~ ohhh! the smell is intoxicating! love... Bisquick (in a pinch)... ha!

Tricia [Reply]

This is a great remix of your original post! I love it. And... now I really want to make biscuits from scratch.

Angie Kinghorn [Reply]

Dammit, Mandy, now I want biscuits. Big, flaky, hot biscuits with melty butter and ... wait, what were we talking about?

Obviously the imagery here got me going! Loved the part about the baking stone, and the way you described splitting the biscuit apart and buttering it ... drool.

Oh, and the smell! So glad you thought to include smells. They're such powerful memory makers, especially in a place like the kitchen.

Flygirl99

I like both the original and the remix versions!  I love how Chad asked you somewhat incredulously whether you could make the biscuits from scratch.  Nothing like our kids to taunt us into a dare! 

Ironically, this past Sunday I found myself making buttermilk pancakes for the first time from scratch, and I too realized that there were only a couple more ingredients and the outcome was just as good.  Well, actually better.  I decided then that there was no good reason to purchase Bisquick anymore...funny how a whole generation of us grew up thinking we needed all those colored boxes ;-)

Watercoloringthetable

Great rewrite! It's more immediate, more sensory, and drew me right in.

And you know, from one fly by the seat of her pants in the kitchen lady to another, baking isn't precise magic either. General proportions, but not exact - for most simple things like biscuits and cookies and bread and pancakes. I don't even measure for pancakes any more, they're always different, but good. It's more jazz than a symphony.

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