All my life my great-grandmother, Dorcus Kreola Philbeck, was disappointed that I never knew how to make a biscuit.
At the age of 29, I made my first rock-hard, flat biscuit and in the spring of that year, at 99, she passed away.
I inherited her recipe collection. It's an overwhelming collection full of Southern staples and rural obscurities. As a way of reconnecting and learning something of her through her writing and cooking style, I'm going to try to cook my way through some of her collection and document it here.
I hope that, in time, I’ll be able to churn out batch after batch of those perfect biscuits ... just as she always insisted I should.
Make it! Come on, just to see what it is.
ReplyDeleteI agree, gotta man-up and just go for it.
ReplyDeleteI looked it up! It's an old-timey drink concentrate. Make it! Make it!
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