Sorry girls (you know who you are) this is a mighty epic tale and needs to be told in full!
My granddaughter, sister and I surprised my daughter on her XXth birthday with a "girl's day out" road trip to Nashville TN. We made a couple of fantastic stops during the day, one in a little country town that has a pharmacy with a large gift shop that sells the dishes she collects. She was ecstatic. She did not know this place existed, and neither did we. My granddaughter found the store on the internet! Of course, we bought her some of the "Fiesta Ware."
Then we were on the road again to the Nashville (about a 2 and ½ hour trip) where, via some hair-raising, crime-ridden hidden inner-city streets, (due to a GPS gone wild) we found the warehouse complex that enjoys a new life as home to high-end, trendy shops and offices. Here, we made a stop at the TN. Home of the "Antique Archeology" owned by Mike as in Frank & Mike, the stars of the History Channel show "The Pickers."We had scored again. Daughter was thrilled, and we wiled away a bit of time here. We then walked down the street to a very neat art gallery.
Hang on for just a bit more, I will get to the expose'/confession in due time.
It was time for lunch, so we visited the Macaroni Grill and feasted.
The four of us had ordered a basket of biscuits (14 golden, delicious, fluffy goodness) a bowl of butter, molasses, strawberry, blackberry & peach preserves, and four pieces of pie. We're not talking puny biscuits, but sky high ones, fit for mountain climbers. Ah yes, we scaled those heights, and then it was tine for dessert. Three of us chose different pies, (all homemade), and the granddaughter had banana pudding. I had key lime pie. My sister, coconut and daughter had chocolate chip pecan. The curious fellow sauntered over on his way out and stated, "I can't believe it! Where in the world did you put it?" "Where it belongs!" we answered in chorus.
A memorable birthday celebration was had by all. I know confession is good for the soul, but biscuits are good for the stomach. I fear I am still carrying the effects of the awesome gorging. It has been over a week now, and I haven’t stepped on the scales and I won't as long as this "gut guilt" bothers me.
Carol Fay's biscuit recipe remains a secret, but here is the recipe I used to try to duplicate (I got close, maybe.)
2 cups self-rising Flour
Salt-a half pinch
¾ cup buttermilk (I use milk with 1/2 TB. vinegar in it)
½ tea. spoon baking soda mixed in the buttermilk
¼ cup lard (yes LARD, animal fat!)
In 57 years of marriage, this is the first time I have ever used lard (city girl)
I am now sold on it!
Mix all together, kneed the dough about ten times roll out, leave rather thick. This should make about 6 or seven biscuits if not rolled too thin.
Bake 415-425 according to your oven's hotness(?)
~Slather with butter (real) take time to chew.
Forgive yourself ahead of time!