OK. Sometimes I just wake up in the morning and need a little comfort. Yes, my feet are still warm from bed and there’s not a cloud in the sky, but I DON’T KNOW – sometimes it just feels like one of those days. On those days, I whip up biscuits. No, my mom didn’t make biscuits when I was a kid. My grandmother didn’t even make biscuits when I was a kid. I just have some perfect, Americana vision of my child (in the year 2041, when dogs will probably fly), whipping up biscuits and saying “Awwwww. This reminds me of my Mama.”
So here are the greatest biscuits ever made. You MUST follow the recipe exactly. Usually, I loathe exact recipes – however, in baking, there is a bit of science, so we are handcuffed by rules. They take only minutes, as long as you keep a little buttermilk in your fridge. Make them tomorrow. Make them for Thanksgiving. Make them for Wednesday. You don’t need a reason. Just make them because you dig the big people and the little people you live with.
(Makes 12 biscuits)
2 c (10 oz) all purpose flour
1 T baking powder
½ t baking soda
4 T cold, unsalted butter, chopped
1 ½ c cold buttermilk
Heat oven to 500• . Grease 9-in. round cake pan. Grease ¼ c measuring cup.
In your food processor, pulse flour, baking powder, sugar, salt and baking soda to combine. Scatter butter over dry ingredients. Pulse until it looks like small pebbles. Pour mixture into bowl & add buttermilk. Stir with spatula just until incorporated. (This will look like a mess – lumpy and droopy and wet).
Use your greased measuring cup to spoon up ¼ c. dough. Drop the plop onto a floured baking sheet. Continue with remaining dough, greasing cup when necessary. Sprinkle flour over dough plops and GENTLY pick up each on, shake off excess flour and set into prepped cake pan. (Treat these little plops like newborn babies – GENTLE). Brush with melted butter. Bake 5 minutes, then reduce temp to 450 until they’re golden brown. Cool in pan a couple of minutes and then invert into a towel and let cool 5 more minutes, or until you are swarmed by hungry customers. Drizzle with honey and try not to eat the whole batch . . . I dare you.