I have these memories, as a kid, of my mom making biscuits at all hours. Sometimes a gal just needs a biscuit, ya know? Sometimes it’d be an evening craving and we’d all eat warm biscuits with butter or honey or jam before bed. Now I know that I’m doing alright by when I get super biscuit-hungry. Things are ok! There are warm biscuits! They make me most happy on a weekend morning while the…
Biscuits topped with honey are my favorite. They’re about as homey as mac and cheese and high school music. So take the fall remix of that love and bake it. You’ll end up with these! I ate two of these with dinner. One as an appetizer because I couldn’t resist waiting, and the other one during the meal. I really wanted to have a third for dessert, but I couldn’t go crazy, right? Even though…
There was coffee on my nightstand when I woke up, this morning, and there was a cinnamon roll in my belly shortly after. There were snow flurries in Minnesota, and there were flour flurries in the kitchen. I’m thankful for today, for these croissants, and for the pre-turkey day sampling. My mom whipped up this dough so it could rise last night, and she showed me what’s up when it comes to making them. Whoa…