What a cheesy title for a post, eh? Sounds like a bad TV commercial. Oh well. It is what I have been reduced to and I suppose there are worse things that could be required of me. So, let us embrace making homemade biscuits in minutes!
Here we are. Made quick biscuits for last week’s playgroup, which I hosted. Took only about five minutes once the ingredients were collected, were baked in 12ish minutes. And what a bang for your proverbial buck! What could be tastier than homemade, warm, golden bread products? You just can’t go wrong with hot bread. Suck down a cup of hot coffee or tea with the buttered, jammed up biscuit and you’re ready to watch a bunch of toddlers tear up your house and not even care. Bon Appetit, peoples!
This recipe is from The Joy of Cooking, specifically “Quick Drop Biscuits”. I replaced dairy: butter and milk, with soy margarine and soy milk and they turned out A-OK! Knock yourself out.
Biscuits
Preheat oven to 450 degrees F.
Bake on ungreased cookie sheet for 12-15 minutes, till golden in color.
- 1 3/4 cups flour
- 1/2 tsp. salt
- 3 tsp. baking powder
- 4-6 tbsp. butter/soy margarine
- mix in 1 cup milk
Don’t spend too much time mixing this together. Just enough to get a nice batter. Lumpy is good.
Plop medium to large spoonfulls of the batter, spaced out on an ungreased cookie sheet (use some sense when doing this — not too close!). Makes anywhere from 8 medium sized biscuits to 10 or 12 small ones. Bake 12-15 minutes.
Surprisingly delicious and will keep for at least two days afterward, with a little re-heating to eat. And butter and jam don’t hurt, either!

Why, you may ask? Well, I’ll tell ya. I was able to leave my house last week for a few hours and pursued a cheeseburger ala CVP with cheeseburger expert/colleague/dear friend, Arika C. In the past, this experience has been pleasant, delicious. This time, everything we used to love about this place was out of whack. Both burgers were overcooked, the slaw was sub-par, there were no condiments (NO CONDIMENTS?!) served with the meal, and what they claimed to be Coke, tasted mysteriously like Pepsi. I am not sure what up with this establishment– maybe it was a temporary glitch, a bad day, some kind of horrible mistake. Regardless of the cause, I cannot with clear conscience recommend it as Baltimore’s Best a moment longer.
Good friend Gayle phoned me this morning, asking about an oatmeal dish I make sometimes. As I am easily swayed by the power of suggestion, especially when it comes to food, after we ended our phone conversation, I HAD to have Oatmeal with Apples, Cinnamon and Maple Syrup. This is one of my faves for brekky, but today it was great for lunch. Anytime, really. Warm, sweet, apple-y. What more could you ask for? Get ready, this is a very fast and satisfying dish.
January 23rd was National Pie Day, according to the
Words cannot express how little football means to me. I am not afraid to say it, either. What should be a short game of big dudes beating up on one another drags on for hours, chock full of strobe-like commercials and mindless jibber-jabber. Ugh. I have vague, cloudy memories of Super Bowl games past, remembering only the white-noise of the crowd and TV sports commentators. There is something else I remember, tho. And this may the the only thing about the game that could possibly be of interest to me as a grown-up… snacks. That’s right. There is one redeeming quality to football, and it is the special occasion aspect of the food presented at a game. The Baltimore Ravens were playing a game (that they won) last month sometime, coinciding with a night that my monthly book club met. There was football on the telly, and some of the ladies in book club and their partners were excited, yelling at the TV, cheering the Ravens on and all of it. And there were snacks. I sat through the game and was glad, for Baltimore’s sake, that the Ravens won. And that same roar of the crowd was a cozy background to friendly chatter and finger foods.
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