I made some biscuits the other night that were not up to my usual standards. I'm out of practice, but to be in practice means making biscuits often. And making biscuits often means eating biscuits often, so I'm thinking that's not such a bad thing after all. Plenty of time to re-perfect my biscuit-making methods when I've taken off a few pounds. The dough for these was a bit too sticky (too much milk, probably) and I had difficulty shaping and cutting it. They had a definite drop-biscuit quality, but they still tasted pretty good.
Had dinner at the home of some friends (hi, guys). They did some garlic bread-type stuff with a round loaf, some olive oil with salt and pepper mixed in, and then threw it on the gas grill. Good stuff! Of course the lasagna was drool-worthy as well.
Theresa (and I've forgotten if it's Theresa or Teresa) made a coffee cake after reading of my own coffee cake troubles. It put my efforts to shame, but she was thoughtful enough to include the recipe. Hers includes sour cream, which gives it some extra moistness and a twang not found in cakes without it.
After the dinner party we went to the post-Christmas-season party at the home of the guy who runs the comic book shop where I indulge my more juvenile urges. You've heard of the Barbie dream house? This guy has the geek's dream house. Comic book and movie paraphernalia on every surface. Neil is a really nice guy, though, and he gave us some tips for selling our book when it finally comes out.
Had dinner at the home of some friends (hi, guys). They did some garlic bread-type stuff with a round loaf, some olive oil with salt and pepper mixed in, and then threw it on the gas grill. Good stuff! Of course the lasagna was drool-worthy as well.
Theresa (and I've forgotten if it's Theresa or Teresa) made a coffee cake after reading of my own coffee cake troubles. It put my efforts to shame, but she was thoughtful enough to include the recipe. Hers includes sour cream, which gives it some extra moistness and a twang not found in cakes without it.
After the dinner party we went to the post-Christmas-season party at the home of the guy who runs the comic book shop where I indulge my more juvenile urges. You've heard of the Barbie dream house? This guy has the geek's dream house. Comic book and movie paraphernalia on every surface. Neil is a really nice guy, though, and he gave us some tips for selling our book when it finally comes out.
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