Growing up I don’t remember if my grandmother made homemade biscuits. I’m sure she did. I’m sure she would make them for Daddy. She did everything and anything for Daddy. But I will tell you this for sure. Mom didn’t make homemade biscuits. When they married Daddy had to teach Mom how to make breakfast. And most of the time she burnt the toast, and the bacon. I came to love my bacon and my toast burnt.
Through the years I learned to bake pretty well. I could make yeast breads, banana breads, all types of breads. I could make cakes and pies. But I never made homemade biscuits. Truth be told, I didn’t really like biscuits and the Pillsbury kind were just fine, thank you.
But then I married Jimmy and he loved homemade biscuits. Let me rephrase that, he loved his mother’s homemade biscuits. He bragged on them all the time. To be fair, they were “melt in your mouth” wonderful. Any I ever had were just amazing. And she made them for McDonald’s or Hardee’s or someplace like that. So those commercials were right. They did have a grandmother in the back making their biscuits.
It wasn’t long after Jimmy and I got married that I decided I was going to make homemade biscuits. I made up my mind. It was a Saturday morning and I was going to surprise him. When he came in from milking I was going to have a wonderful breakfast waiting for him, complete with homemade biscuits. I got up extra early and while the bacon was frying I got them in the oven. He walked in about the time I had the eggs ready. He had one of his nephews with him. We sat down to our small kitchen table and began to pass everything around.
It didn’t take very long for Jimmy to pick up a biscuit. I was sure he was going to say how proud he was of me for making biscuits from scratch. He looked at the biscuit, looked at his nephew and then he took the biscuit and knocked it on the table. I guess it was as hard as a rock. He said to his nephew, “they’re not Grandma’s”.
Yeah, he’s eaten a lot of Pillsbury biscuits from that point on.
