August 23, 2013

Buttermilk Biscuits

In the summers I have a house full of people from morning to nightfall.  With children home on school break I do a whole lot more cooking and baking throughout the day than I do at other times of the year.  Children typically make their own breakfasts during the school year.  I have things like bread for toast, cold and hot cereals for them to prepare, fruit, granola, yogurt, etc...  They can quickly put their own breakfast together on the go.

In summer, though, I will prepare a breakfast for us to enjoy together a few times a week.  One of their favorite breakfast items is buttermilk biscuits.  This particular morning I thought ahead enough to snap a few pictures of the process for you.  The recipe is one I have shared on here before... here.

These days I roll all my pastry and dough items out onto cling film (Saran Wrap).  It keeps the counter cleaner and helps me to be able to flip the dough if the need arises.  It also keeps the rolling pin or my hands clean as I work when I use cling film on both bottom and top and keeps the heat of my hands from melting shortening or butter in the recipe.

I am also using my Pampered Chef Bar Pan every single day now and it is perfect for a big tray of biscuits.  It cooks them thoroughly on top and bottom and gives them a golden loveliness.

I double the recipe for a full two dozen and they don't last past breakfast... my children are piggies!  LOL  I serve them with either homemade cream gravy, syrup, honey or jellies and jams.

Buttermilk biscuits do more for me than fill the stomach... they take me back to a simpler time in my life when my Meemaw made them for us and served them with homemade plum jelly.  If there was no jelly to be had they were simply slathered in butter and a little pure cane sugar was sprinkled over the butter.  A truly wonderful memory from my childhood.  

Food does that.... it is so connected to our history and memory.  

I love that something so little can be so powerful.  

The simple biscuit... brings a flood of memories.  With each bite there is the little diner table in an old open kitchen with red benches and an uncovered light bulb hanging above it.  A one basin farmhouse kitchen sink and cabinets with glass panes in the doors so one could see the Fiestaware dishes that were housed there.  The old style washing machine used as decoration sat next to the stove.  Little wooden portable cabinets with treats such as honeybuns or little jars of plum pudding in them just for the grandchildren sat in the corners on either side of the entrance door.  A large chest freezer full of homemade items put away for feeding the family when they visit sat next to the refrigerator.  The refrigerator had small bottles of Coca Cola in the door for enjoying with our sandwiches and Fritos at lunch when we were there.  There was also an old water heater in the open with cute little vintage magnets on it.  Those magnets now live on my modern refrigerator.  

All of this... from one bite of a biscuit shared with my children.  

Is there a childhood food you still enjoy today?  Is it a comfort food for you?

Please share with us... 


  1. Ahh... homemade biscuits! My maternal grandma made them and let us snitch pieces of dough. My mama made them and let us have the odds and ends pieces that were left over. And now I do the same with my children. Biscuits are a staple in our house. For breakfast, lunch, dinner, or a snack. With gravy or just jam/honey. You can never go wrong with homemade biscuits! Now I wish I had a jar of my grandma's homemade blackberry jelly...

  2. Anchovy bread. It's super simple to make, but my grandmother made it with a hot roll mix from Jiffy that is near impossible to find these days. Mix up the roll mix, omitting the egg. Form into a flat, round loaf and bake. As soon as it comes out of the oven, wrap it in a dish towel for a few minutes.

    Slice open horizontally. Dot both surfaces with anchovie bits torn from the fillets in the can. Drizzle the oil they were packed in over, and sprinkle liberally with Parmesan. Close it up, slice like a pizza and eat.

    It felt so grown up to be given a piece to eat - the loaf didn't go far, and all the adults wanted it!

  3. Love this beautiful memory of such a special woman!