My grandmother made the best biscuits you ever tasted. They were the size of a cat's head, too. I loved them, but I've never known how to make them. She passed in 2005, and she wasn't able to make them the last 10 years of her life, so I don't remember much about making them.
My mother never made biscuits unless they came out of a can. I've always wanted to know how, so I decided that this week I would learn. But none of this rolling and cutting business for me. That's too much cleaning up--especially since I once saw an older, country woman at a camp out making biscuits right out of the bowl of flour, one at a time, and then saw her put the lid on the flour bowl and use it again the next morning.
That's my kind of biscuit making, right there! It has taken a few years to for the planets to align and remind me I wanted to do this. Today was the day!
I googled and found this Southern woman making biscuits with her practiced hands. This is just how the woman at camp did it, but like I said, one at a time in her bowl. But this woman didn't give any proportions or say anything about the flour. I didn't look close enough to the White Lily bag to see that it was self rising. My first batch didn't come out too well--edible, but lumpy.
Not discouraged, I googled some more, and found this. A-HA! Pinch biscuits! That's what they are! I whipped up a batch (this recipe makes a LOT). They were fantastic!
"Now let's eat!"
Karen
