Light, flaky, melt in your mouth, and melt your heart. I spent decades in pursuit of the ever elusive southern buttermilk biscuit. Time after time, they would fall flat or be hard as hockey pocks. Until finally one fateful it all clicked, and we’ve been eating perfect biscuits happily ever after.
I cook what I want, I cook what I need
My oldest son has said since the wizened age of eight that butter makes the world go ’round, and duct tape holds it all together. I was so proud that at such a young age, my son was so practical and visionary. Sigh…
My go to pie pastry is butter crust, because I have found it is universal and reliable like no other.