Everything’s better with biscuits

I make good biscuits. Are they the best biscuits? I have no idea. But I enjoy them and when others are around they seem to rapidly disappear. For instance, one time when I had people over for breakfast, I made a batch and left them out on a plate while I busied myself with other things. When I returned, a friend had eaten them all! I asked him why he didn’t save any for the rest of us, and he said they were just so tasty he couldn’t stop. Fortunately, they don’t take long to make, so I quickly whipped up more so my other guests could eat some, too.

Last spring, my grandfather was in poor health. While his spirits were high and his mind sharp, his body required round-the-clock care. My grandmother had taken on the task of tending to him, which left her little time to do other things, so I flew down to Texas to help out for a few days. While I’m not much use outside on a farm (my tractor-driving skills notwithstanding), I can cook and clean, which is how I decided to ease her load. Before I started preparing meals, however, a trip to the grocery store was in order. As I surveyed what was needed, I saw a suspicious-looking cylinder in the refrigerator.

“Grandma, are y’all eating biscuits from a can?” I asked. She admitted that indeed, because she was so pressed for time, she had been serving canned biscuits. That’s just wrong, I thought to myself. No one should ever have to eat biscuits from a can, especially when fresh biscuits are such a cinch to make. So I made them biscuits. And like my friend, they ate them all, in between bites saying, “My, my. These are heavenly!”

During the remainder of my stay, I baked a few more batches that they froze so they’d have them to chow on when I wasn’t there. And when I returned at Thanksgiving—yep, you guessed it—I was back on biscuit duty. This time, my mom snuck into the kitchen and grabbed one straight out of the oven. When I caught her in the act, she looked guilty. “They’re just so good! I couldn’t wait,” she said. But what people don’t understand is I love to make biscuits and as long as people keep eating them, I’ll just keep making them!

My recipe is pretty standard and simple, and is open to variation depending on what you want to do with your biscuits. I suppose they’d be more Texan if I used lard and a sourdough starter, but I instead use butter along with buttermilk or cream. Nevertheless, these biscuits are soft and fluffy with a moist, rich crumb. I like to eat them hot out of the oven with butter and honey, but they are just as delicious with gravy or jam or even on their own. And they rise and flake nicely, which I attribute to my beating them a bit.

For a bit of background, beaten biscuits are what people made in the days before baking soda and baking powder was around. In order to get the biscuits to rise, cooks would beat the dough with a mallet, rolling pin or even an axe for over half an hour until it blistered. This injection of air into the dough caused them to lift a bit, but beaten biscuits are still pretty flat, crispy and dense. And while I don’t usually have the time to make beaten biscuits (even though it’s an excellent upper-body workout), I like to think beating my dough a little can’t hurt.

I’ve never thought making homemade biscuits was anything special, but I’m often surprised at how many people are intimidated by the process. Trust me, it’s easy. And once you have fresh biscuits that you’ve made with your own hands, you’ll never eat canned biscuits again. Plus you’ll make your friends and family very happy.

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