The biscuits we had at home when I was a kid came out of a can, and I loved them, but I always wondered what it would be like to have homemade biscuits. I would read about them in books, made in sunlight filled country kitchens by my storybook characters, and I knew I wanted to know that feeling one day. I would grow up to be the Fortune 500 business-owning, high heel power suit wearing, astronaut/doctor/humanitarian/veterinarian/bobsledder who spent her weekends in a gingham dress making biscuits. The fact that I had never seen snow didn’t seem to have any impact whatsoever on my plans.
While those childhood plans didn’t quite pan out exactly the way I’d thought, it’s been a beautiful adventure so far. Any adventure that includes from-scratch biscuits is usually worthwhile.
The first time I made biscuits from scratch was for a picnic. The Godfather and I were recently married, I hadn’t found work yet, and we were between paychecks. We wanted to do something fun that weekend though, and it happened the weather was beautiful and I suggested a picnic since we could pack along food from home and the beautiful outdoors are free for all to enjoy. We didn’t want to wait for a yeast bread, so I thought, “we’re in the South, I’ll make biscuit ham sandwiches!” Never mind that I had no clue how to make a biscuit.
I hopped onto Food Network, my go-to recipe site at the time, searched, created, and it was rather successful for a first time attempt. Enough so that I kept trying, testing, working at it over time, until I found a combination that works for me as my go to buttermilk biscuit recipe.