Cream Biscuits
As a recent transplant to the South, I have some culinary confessions:
I’ve never eaten grits.
I don’t care for sweet tea. Not to be confused with sweetened tea, I’ve learned.
To be honest I don’t care for sweetened tea, either.
But I do love biscuits.
Biscuits are sort of a huge deal here. There are entire restaurant chains dedicated to the biscuit, whole shelves of biscuit flour at grocery stores. Breakfast biscuits, dinner biscuits, biscuit sandwiches and biscuits slathered in butter. There’s one drive-thru biscuit place a few miles down the road where cars line up for blocks to get breakfast on Saturday mornings.
This particular recipe is really, and I mean really easy. I found it one morning when I woke up craving biscuits but not craving salad for the rest of the day. To be sure, they’re not sticks of celery, but they’re also not sticks of butter. This is a win in my book. I had never heard of “cream biscuits” but am sure glad I did. Wow.