A Taste Of Home!

My house is filled with the smells of home. A day or so ago, my parents returned from a trip to our home in Mississippi and they brought with them a treasure - a bag of my Aunt Nell's homemade biscuits. These biscuits are legendary. No one can make them the way she does...many of us have tried...all of us have failed.

This morning, I popped a couple in my microwave and instantly I was transported to my Aunt's kitchen, hundreds of miles away. The smell of bacon grease, the hum of family around the table, plates of bacon, eggs, and the beloved biscuits piled high, the bowl of grits, brimming with butter, syrup and jellies and jams on the laid out for a scrumptious feast. It was all brought straight into my home as the biscuits came out of the microwave, hot and mouthwatering.

These biscuits are hardy, they are not flaky, fluffy concoctions, they are sturdy and dense. They are perfect for holding butter and syrup, keeping bacon and egg in for a great breakfast sandwich or smothered with homemade jam. They are country biscuits, they are strong, full of character and filling.

My Aunt makes them from scratch, she mixes the dough by hand, then pats each one in the shape of her palm, places in the pan and bakes them to perfection. The bottoms are crusty, the tops are buttery and soft. It is a culinary miracle.

These biscuits symbolize my life in Mississippi. For all of my life, every morning we have spent there, these biscuits have been on the table. It is a constant, a thread that always lets me know I am home, all is well. I am grateful for modern technology that allows me to experience home, even when I can't make the journey.

I am enjoying just one more biscuit and then I am putting the rest in the deep freezer... to enjoy "home" another day!

Living Happily In The Moment!

Beverly