When you grow up in the South and you tell people "I don't like biscuits," they'll invariably come back with "Well, that's because you've never had [insert favorite biscuit producer here]'s biscuits!" I've had people's mothers' biscuits. I've had Hardee's biscuits. I've had fancy cheese biscuits from fancy, cheesy restaurants. I've kept trying biscuits, really I have.
I just don't like biscuits.
I await your judgment.
Silently judging you.
ReplyDeleteNo, not really!
I'm not judging you. I'm just prepared to eat the biscuits that you don't like.
Y'know, it reminds me of me and water skiing. Every boyfriend I had as a teenager said, "I bet I can teach you." And I sat there thinking, "No. No, really can't."
I thought the biscuits were there as placeholders for the gravy.
ReplyDeleteThis comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDeleteIt's true. They don't have to be delicious, just a vehicle for the gravy-y yumminess.
ReplyDelete(OR, as I forgot on my last post, the buttery goodness.)
Biscuits are to gravy as shortcake is to whipped cream.
I'll take the butter and gravy and honey and jam! Just...not the biscuits. (More for y'all!)
ReplyDelete