He’s Leaving Home…Bye, Bye

I learned how to make buttermilk biscuits from scratch while living in isolation.

Holy shit, you guys. Mother Nature sent me to my room in March. She was not fucking around. 

Anyway, I’m not saying I made the perfect batch. I’m just saying my next batch couldn’t be better if they were made by baby angels riding on unicorns.

The first batch was a bust.

Randy mixed the dry ingredients and for some reason read 1 teaspoon of baking soda as two tablespoons of baking soda.

He realized his mistake right off.  I did my best to remove as much of the extra baking soda as I could, but the results were both a little flat and salty enough to melt off your tongue.

The second batch was gorgeous.

Seriously, that batch came out of the oven looking like Paula Deen made them. If Paula Deen was making them for Timothy Olyphant or Norman Reedus. Or whoever Paula Deen finds hot. Although, she could not go wrong with either of them.

However, the recipe calls specifically for frozen unsalted butter. I only had frozen salted butter. I cut down the salt and baking soda and they were pretty, but even with a fuck ton of jelly on them, they made you pucker up a little.

I have unsalted butter in my freezer right now.

The next batch will be perfect.

I’m going to make them perfect and freeze them. I’ll put them in a bag on the front porch for Joey when he stops by to pick up things he left behind when he moved out.

Our baby boy moved out.

Randy has had at least one child living with him for 36 years. I have had at least one child living with me for nearly 33 years.

I’m not weepy over an empty nest. I’m good with it. I just didn’t think we were going to have to do this during the apocalypse.

He’s been gone for two weeks. He’s doing great. He and his roommates are very responsible and he’s only 15 minutes away. It’s all good. But I’m still terrified.

Plus, he goes back as a food server this evening.

Again, terrified. I hope he stays safe.

I hope all of you stay safe. Hang on. We’ll get through this. I mean, most of us. I guess.

In the meantime, Randy and I decided to make a new recipe for World Whiskey Day, which was Friday. It’s super easy and tasty.






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  • I have never in my life made homemade biscuits; you had my mouth watering until the puckered-up part.
    Best of luck to your son in his fledging and going back to work; it is a scary time indeed.

  • Your job is to love him, raise him, and let him do what makes him a happy, relatively
    productive citizen.
    You have done your job, successfully.
    Now this whiskey drink appears to be “blended” whiskey and “blended” whiskey alone. Is this correct?
    I drink a whiskey drink, I drink a vodka drink, I sing a song that reminds me of the good times. I get knocked down, but I get up again.
    You’re the best.

    • Yes, on the recipe. You could just leave the blender part out. haha.

      My son is a good young man. I am sure he will be fine. I just don’t want him to get sick.

  • Well, that recipe looked easy enough for me to follow. Not the biscuits so much. I was never much of a baker and with it being in the high 80’s/low 90’s down here during freakin March, April and May, I don’t think I have any incentive to turn the oven on.
    I’m glad everyone made it safely through all this crap – fingers crossed that with the re-opening that it doesn’t start a new cycle.

    • You can really skip the blender part of the whiskey recipe to save a little time.

      I hope so as well, but I suspect we will see another rise in cases.

  • Best of luck to Joey. I know you raised him right and that he’s responsible, and it’s also nice to know that life goes on even in these times. That gives even a sad milestone a pleasant glow.
    I’m craving buttermilk biscuits now. At first I misread that as Randy adding too much baking *powder* and I pictured the biscuits being all bubbly and each one a foot tall. Which would be pretty amazing.
    And I would be sad that I missed World Whiskey Day but, hey, the times we’re livin’ in every day is Whiskey Day. Back in 2017 Tennessee changed its liquor laws so that liquor stores–which couldn’t sell anything but wine and liquor–could sell food. That made ’em essential businesses, and I’m glad ’cause I don’t know what we’d do if the liquor stores shut down.

      • Texas has allowed alcohol to-go with the purchase of takeout. When we get our favorite Mexican food, the restaurant provides large cups of the frozen, tart margarita mix and little airline bottles of tequila on the side. Our Saturday nights are the yummiest!

  • Yay! Michelle posted again!
    John used to make biscuits and sausage gravy that were the bomb, but he always used those biscuit-dough-in-a-can thingies.
    My family was originally from Oklahoma, so yeah, biscuits and gravy were often on the menu at dinner and sometimes even breakfast. My mom could make buttermilk biscuits and pie crusts and all sorts of things that I never learned to make.
    I’m not much of a baker, really. I can do it, but I never really had the flair for it that I managed for things like pasta and chicken.
    When I worked at the Buttercup, though, they used to let me take frozen croissants home, and they were the bomb- just pop them in the oven for 15 minutes while you made the coffee and it was just like going out to a coffee shop and still being able to crank up Pete Townshend…
    It would appear that your state does have a few sane-ish regulations on the reopening of restaurants and bars and the like, so hopefully Joey will be OK.
    Briana’s hand is getting better. She’s almost done with her antibiotics now, and last night she skipped the betadine soak for the first time, so we’ll see how that goes.
    At the grocery store a few days ago, another bandanna wearing gentleman looked at my bandanna and noted that a couple of months ago we’d have looked more like bank robbers than grocery shoppers.

  • I like that whiskey video. I’m gonna need that recipe. Let’s see..2 shots of whiskey, blend and drink. Repeat as much as necessary. When you see 2 of everything, you’re done.

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