Nothing says country living like the smell of fresh homemade biscuits in the oven. Waking up at Granny’s house meant the smell of hot homemade biscuits, homegrown bacon, and heavenly dripped coffee. Even after all these years, these smells transport me back in time to a young girl crawling from beneath handmade quilts and skipping to the kitchen to find love and breakfast. Who knew then how precious those days would become.
Biscuit recipes, like cookie recipes, can become closely guarded secrets. I knew a lady in Mississippi who would shoo everyone out of the kitchen when she got ready to assemble her biscuits. She was known for their deliciousness all over the county but when asked about her recipe she would say, “over my dead body”.