Biscuits are a tradition in my family.
My grandma made them, my mom made them (well, technically she still does, just not so much for me), and now I make them (although admittedly, not as often as my grandma, who used to bake them like every weekend and during the week because she was/is a machine).
Everyone loves them.
My grandma also used to serve them with a jar of her homemade, home canned peach preserves.
And that stuff was DA BOMB!
So effing unbelievably delicious you seriously would forgo every other edible oiption in order to have space for additional preserve smeared biscuit-awesomeness.
At least that’s what I did.
So, in an effort to relive my childhood, I have made it a point to perfect the family biscuit recipe.
Not that it wasn’t already perfect, but a few twists have made it more convenient (you know, because I’m just not down for sifting and all that jazz) and more geared to my sugar fiending taste buds (meaning mine are a tad bit sweeter).
Oh, and I’ve kicked the homemade, home canned preserves to the curb.
Too much work for the likes of me.
The store brand type gets the job done.
It’s not the same, but it has to do as I’m not at all interested in spending any time learning to correctly collect, peel, boil, and can fresh peaches for hours on end.
Actually, now that I’ve typed it out and Googled the instructions, it doesn’t really seem that difficult.
And, in an effort to come close to duplicating the taste that is ingrained in my taste buds from childhood, I might actually take a trip down home canning lane next summer.
But, in the meantime, we’ll have to live with the store bought version.
And, due to the nearly-disabling, mouthwatering flavor these bad boys hold, you hardly need the preserves anyway.
They are simply a deliciously added bonus.
I mean look at these things…
All flaky, and buttery, and sweet.
Not to mention moist, and golden, and buttery, wait did I say that already?
Wanna make ‘em for yourself?
Well, then you’d better ask your grandmama because I’m not give in up the goods.
As much as I want to rock your world with these things, I can’t do it.
It’s a secret family recipe.
Uh oh, did I forget to mention the secret part before?
Oh well, it is. A HUGE family secret.
I’d honestly love to tell you, but if I did, I’d have to kill you, and that would really deplete my readership you know?
So yeah, no dice.
But, if you ask nicely enough I’d probably hook you up with it AND let you live, you know, for a FEE!