Homemade Biscuits

"When you wake up in the morning,Pooh," said Piglet at last, "what's the first thing you say to yourself?"

"What's for breakfast?" said Pooh. "What do you say, Piglet?"

"I say, I wonder what's going to happen exciting today?" said Piglet.

Pooh nodded thoughtfully.





We always had a full, old fashioned breakfast in our home. I'm speaking now about the home that Brother Lonnie and I established on February 18, 1955. Our parents had lived their young years in a time when store bought bread was not available to them, and so homemakers made their own. My mother-in-law elevated the baking of biscuits and cornbread(and everything else she cooked) to a fine art.

Enter Shirley, who had moved with her family to the big city, and whose mother left biscuit making way behind in Copiah County, MS. A biscuit in my childhood would have been as unusual as a UFO sighting. So imagine what dread Miss Lydia must have felt for her baby boy
when he brought me home! I can't look back and say that I was a quick study, either. I know I was eager to please , I remember that, but I know now that the patience and tolerance that accompanies young love must have been called on many times. When I think back on my earliest efforts at biscuit making I can understand why he often asked for toast. To quote Brother Lonnie,"I said all that to say this," Don't give up; it takes practice and patience to cook everything when you don't know anything. This house could not contain the biscuits I have since made, and some will even say they pass, (even Miss Lydia might be proud of me). Every morning for fifty years Brother Lonnie had biscuits, eggs, grits or rice, and bacon or sausage if we had it-because he wanted that and because I loved him. Occasionally he would still ask for toast, but then I knew it was because he was, in his words,"burnt out on biscuits!"

So just in case you, dear reader, might be interested, one day soon ,The Lord willing, I will post my famous biscuit lesson on this very spot.