I really don’t know what got into me. Earlier today I was in Target, mindlessly pushing a cart full of things I completely don’t need, when I froze in front of the buttermilk. I thought of all the things I could do with the buttermilk. I thought about how I had spent thousands and thousands of dollars becoming educated on things to do with the buttermilk. I thought about all the different names for buttermilk, including sour milk and clabbered milk.
I thought about how buttermilk rather grosses me out.
And then I moved on to the bathing suit section. But I couldn’t stop thinking about the buttermilk. It was at that moment I decided to surprise Almanzo with buttermilk creations for dinner. I would rally the troops. I would put down the bathing suits I really didn’t need. I would make homemade buttermilk biscuits and my mom’s fried chicken. So there.
As my mind filled with thoughts about grease and perfectly crisp fried chicken, I thought for about .5 seconds that maybe MAYBE I should just nix the whole homemade biscuits thing and just get Pillsbury.
But then I realized my whole life would be a lie.
And I moved on.
We also had salad with Athenos feta and I also drank too much wine and then proceeded to deep clean the entire kitchen—top to bottom–for no apparent reason.
I’ll give y’all the fried chicken recipe tomorrow if you really want it. The biscuit recipe can be found here.
I used Crisco and I’m not sorry.
Actually, I’m glad.
Shortening gives biscuits a certain flakiness that butter and oil just cannot achieve. I’m not advocating you go and coat your broccoli with the stuff, but when you want to win big with biscuits, you gotta whip out the good stuff.
Don’t hurt me. You know I’m right.