I'm dog sitting this week, it's late in the evening, my fuzzy charge is asleep on my chest, I am watching a PBS program " The Rise of Southern Biscuits", and getting hungry. Three little ingredients.
Now, I know as well as you, that you make the best biscuits ever was. I also know my biscuits will make you weep, every day you can't have one. Every mother, in my case father, made the finest biscuits ever,and all else fail in comparison.
Few other foods are so rooted in home. Sadly, it's also a dying art. Families don't take the time to preserve their traditions, and we all lose as a consequence.