This recipe was handed down by my illustrious ancestor, William the Baker, who in addition to his culinary skills, mastered several foreign languages simply by walking into bars and pinching foreign women’s breasts. It’s how he learned such useful phrases as ‘cheeky bastard’ in Dutch, and ‘a rolling pin to your poolroom’ in Norwegian. His name was later shortened to Stubby after pinching the breast of an Irish butcher’s wife.
But, no matter his shortcomings, he was a hell of a baker and his specialty was biscuits. This was more than a hundred years before Alfred Bisqslow made his first attempt at formulating Bisquick. Back then, biscuits were reserved for special occasions such as weddings, divorces, and food fights.
No longer merely for self-defense, the ubiquitous biscuit has come to mean the warmth and good fellowship of Granny’s kitchen, and a way to keep rambunctious young ‘ums out of the stone jar of lightnin’. So, gather ‘round chillins and let’s make some nice little resting places for creamy butter and fresh fruit jam.
Basic Biscuit Recipe – first take a slow pull outta da jug to activate the brain muffin
Then: put 2 cups of flour, three tablespoons of baking powder, and a teaspoon of salt in a bowl. Scramble all them things t-gether. Next, finely cut in 6 tablespoons of butter. (If your homestead has lectricity, cheat and use a food processor.) Add a cup of milk to the flour mixture and stir until you have medium soft dough, not dripping, but not stiff. Too wet? Add a little more flour. Drop the dough onto a floured surface and pat it out to thickness of about half an inch. Cut into squares or rounds. Place on an un-greased baking sheet and bake in a pre-heated, 450 degree F oven, unless you’re one of them crafty foreigners, then set your oven at 232 degrees C. About 12 minutes later, you should be receiving compliments, or if you’re lucky, being called a cheeky bastard
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