Everyone once in a while I get an irresistible craving for bread and butter. I used to make popovers when the urge hit. But maybe because of my recent trips to Texas, it's biscuits I want to hold that butter.
I don't know how to make biscuits. It is probably really easy--and I just know one of you is going to send me exactly the right recipe. Meantime, during my last minute grocery run for the "hors d'oeuvre" portion of Thanksgiving for which I have been made responsible (pistachios, anyone?) I happened upon the refrigerator case full of ready-made rolls. I reached for the fat one marked "flaky biscuits," hoping that somewhere in the foodie universe I would not have karma points taken away from me by that Pantheon of Judges, featuring Michael Pollan, as Apollo, and Alice Waters, as Artemis.
(And while I'm on it, may I rather grumpily note that though I always adore Maira Kalman's illustrations, she could make the phone book lively, I think of her as more of a Necco Wafer kind of goddess, rather than a Broccoli Gal, if you know what I mean. So while it is all well and good that she is making Pollan's food rules even more fetching, I'm about to get a wee bit weary of twee foodie superiority--because there are times when highly processed is exactly what I'm looking for...however, for a change, I digress.)
An addicting mystery: That, dear readers, is the horror part--not the cardboard biscuits.
Whatever you are eating, I wish you a very Happy Thanksgiving!