Sunday, December 20, 2020

Scratch Biscuits (as young Reavis and young Donis say)--but a far cry from Mother's

 She had a flour bin in the big wood-fired range. There was always a cone shape in the flour and she poured milk for the biscuits into the center and only what was dampened was removed and no dampness was left. She divided the dough with one hand. If only I had a film . . . .


Better than Pillsbury's, says the Caregiver.

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