Have I ever told you that I love biscuits?
Don’t get me wrong. I could go for some homemade granola any day, but when it comes right down to it, a warm, hearty whole wheat biscuit is just what I need to keep my spirits up when it’s 29 degrees outside and the young’uns are complaining that there’s nothing to do.
I could sit around for about an hour and pick apart every darn layer until I finally got to the bottom of the biscuit, at which point I’d finish off the meal and wait for someone else to wash the dishes.