Comfort food!
Growing up, a ‘comfort food’ was my grandma’s biscuits. I always remember there being a plate of them in the bread box. I was allowed two, and ONLY two.
She’d split them and butter them and I was then allowed to take a teaspoon and dip it in the tin of black strap Molasses that always sat on the table.
One dip per biscuit, and I could dribble it around any way I wanted. After I’d done both biscuits I was allowed to lick the spoon then put it in the sink.
Only then was I actually allowed to eat my biscuits…
Similar memories? Different foods?
Yes sir. This brings back some precious memories for me too.
Wow, some definite parallels here. Before visiting the family ranch early Saturday mornings, Grandma would bake Pillbury bisquits for the gathering that were so flaky and awesomely good. A pat of butter and marmalade (that and Bama Apple Jelly were her choices), two bisquits and leave the rest for the others! Strictly enforced too, a wooden spoon tucked in her apron was the tool of choice, lol. RIP Grandma – Thank you for the bisquits and great memories.
Don’t go thinking that you Southerners invented biscuits and molasses, we ate it up in New England too – minus the fancy schmancy paper plates. 🙂
My dad used to like eating biscuits the way you eat pancakes, with a fork and plate, and sugar cane syrup poured over the top. Different flavor than molasses.
You have met my family , and broken bread at our table .. Need you ask ? LOL
Um…that is sinful. Bad juju! Biscuits should only be topped with gravy. LOL
Where you from, boy?
My mom made fired apple and peach pies all the time. There seemed to be one or both types in the kitchen all the time. In fact, one of our neighbors, Bud Hudlow, would come to the front door on his way home from school and yell in, “Miss Coffey, you go any of those fried pies made?” Of course he got two or three to carry with him.
Memories … Grandma would whomp up a mess o’ biscuits, and we’d have them with eggs and gravy for the main course, and then with molasses for dessert.
Her favorite response to “Grandma, can I please have some molasses?” was, “How can you have MO’ lasses if you ain’t had NO lasses?”
She thought that was the funniest thing in the world … I’d give anything to hear her say that again. 🙂
Yes Sir, it had to be Brer Rabbit Blackstrap Molasses! Grandpa poured his coffee into the saucer and drink it from that. I could have a cup of coffee with him, if Granny wasn’t looking. Rev Paul’s granny sounds like a winner!
My grandma made biscuits from scratch and topped them, as well as her toast, with apple butter. Always apple butter, nothing else. She lived in Portland, Oregon.
And I agree with some of the others. Biscuits and white sausage gravy is the only way to go.
Home made biscuits,home made butter I had helped churn myself, and honey from the farms hive. That was the mid morning snack on my aunt and uncles farm where I spent many of my summers as a kid.
Everything tasted much better in the fresh farm air, even with the scent of livestock that was everywhere on the farm.
Christmas Morning was the only time the whole year Mother made sausage and cheese balls. The only time.
I would leave presents unwrapped and toys unopened to be the first one in the kitchen when that oven timer went off.
Breakfast was venison, fried potatoes, and sourdough biscuits with gravy.
Yep! My Grandfather call the newfangled canned biscuits “instant” and hated them. Compared to my Grandmothers home made I agreed with him.
My Grandma did almost the exact same thing when I was a little shit, except she kept honey in a glass jar.
Thanks for triggering the fond reminiscence.
All- Biscuits and gravy was BREAKFAST… sigh… 🙂
Glad to hear we all have similar memories, but my question is, how do we pass them on?
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One of my favorite comfort foods was my grandmothers fried potatoes, buttermilk biscuits with homemade butter and honey