My mom used to make biscuits for breakfast all the time, and we’d have them with butter (let’s be honest, it was margarine) and jam or honey. Then I went off to college and the one thing I still miss from the Fairhaven dining hall is their biscuits and gravy, which I think were usually available on the weekends. Despite these fond memories, I rarely make biscuits these days.
Enter the New York Times Magazine a couple weeks ago. Like most weeks, one of the first things I read on Sunday morning is the recipe in the magazine, and it happened to be about biscuits, so I cut it out and pinned it to the fridge, which in the past has meant that Alicia will have to recycle it when I’ve forgotten about it in about 6 months.

But I woke up (or rather, was woken up by a baby) early today, and after finishing the last 25 pages of the book I was reading, I was ready to face the day, starting with a fresh batch of biscuits. You can get the recipe here, and the only change I made to the easy recipe was I did all the sifting and mixing in the food processor, instead of getting a bowl dirty too. The sausage gravy looks awesome as well (and the recipe features the instructions to cook “until its flavors are gathered close”, which is awfully poetic for a truck-stop specialty.) But I think the full biscuits and gravy assault on my arteries is best attempted on a weekend.
Breakfast today was equal parts nostalgia and the New York Times, a perfect description of most of the things I love, and it makes me laugh at the person I try so hard to be.
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