When I was doing some brain-storming a few weeks ago, I turned to Billy and said, “What if I made a big-ass biscuit and layered it with strawberries and sweet, softly whipped cream?!” He nodded YAS.
And here we are. You might be mentally preparing for Mother’s Day brunch. It’s actually one of my favorite times of the year because brunching is in high gear. And we’re not all sweating yet.
I made these gigantic ol’ biscuits in two 8-inch cake pans to “guide” the size of the biscuit but really you can do it on a baking sheet.
I love the debate of egg vs. no egg in biscuits. I nerded out on that Food52 article and was VERY flattered they used my biscuit recipe as an example.
I’ve been really itching to try a shortening + no egg biscuit. But for this one, it definitely needed an egg so that it had a better structure. Because it’s so big, it needs some help in that department.
ALSO, the trick to assembling this is to really let the biscuit cool completely so you can slice it and move it around.
A bread knife really helps with slicing this biscuit.
It’s fun to think about because you prob don’t think about it all that often. The first thing I ever baked was probably a batch of alfajores with my mom and Tia Emilia. Or it might’ve been a Duncan Hines cake from a box with my mom. I can’t remember but it was definitely one of those!
The third thing I ever baked was probably beer bread because a friend of mine told me that it was something I couldn’t possibly mess up and she was right. It is one of those things that requires a handful of ingredients and absolutely no kitchen skills at all.
I’m pretty sure there’s a law somewhere that states that if you’re in a cabin in the middle of the woods, you have to bake biscuits in a cast iron with fluffy socks on.
I did just that this past weekend when Josh, Amelia and I headed to Big Bear for the Valentine’s Day/President’s Day weekend situation.
I found this old, cozy cabin on AirBnB and booked it a month ago, when snow had just fallen and I was dreaming of a very snowy time. Unfortunately temperatures have warmed and a lot of the snow melted but it didn’t stop me from making a cozy ass breakfast for two (errr…three bc Amelia had half a biscuit).
Look at her in this parka. I mean….she hates me/it but also she loved the snow. I’d turn around and find her with her head buried in the snow and trying to bite it.
I’ve always loved flavored butters. I think it all started as a teenager when we’d get bagels at our tennis tournaments and there were always some sort of flavored cream cheese and butters. It was usually the honey butter that’d lure me in. And I’d be there all lady-like in my tennis skirt, smothering way too much honey butter on this un-toasted (the worst!) bagel. The butter made everything better. As it usually does.
My flavored butter love affair continued in the PANCAKES book. One of my favorite recipes in that book isn’t a pancake recipe, but actually the recipe for Berry Butters. That recipe goes something like this: you mash up berries, fold them into softened butter and add a few pinches of salt. The berries are very present in the butters and it’s nice.
Drop biscuits are the lazy person’s biscuits. That’s how they should be advertised. There’s no kneading, no rolling out, no cutting out. No nothing. Just mix, drop and bake.
I’m currently in hardcore planning mode for my boyfriend’s birthday bbq this weekend. He wanted something low-key with just his closest friends and family so I said, OK, but I’m going to create a Pinterest board and maybe get a little psycho about the decorations because I’m me! He’s breaking out the smoker to smoke some pulled pork and beans and of course I’m making biscuits, Arnold Palmers and putting together a Bloody Mary Bar.
I was playing around with some other ideas besides my favorite classic biscuit recipe. I wanted something that had a bit funkier taste and I love the salty bacon.