So after a few days, it turns out the biscuits were too dry cough, cough for me to eat. Jon suggested writing ‘NHL’ on each one. Trying to do a good thing, I put them out in the backyard. I figured the wildlife could use some extra food during the long winter.


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Well, it turns out the squirrels in the neighborhood can be very cruel heartless SUPER MEAN. When I came home, this is what I found by my front door.





I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. AJ, the dog, didn’t want them either. He said his dental plan wasn’t good enough to cover the damage. Wise ass.

Tomorrow’s baking challenge will be scones. I’ll see ya back here then. :-)

OK, I am the Guinea Pig, the “Canary in the Coal Mine” for this challenge. When I keel over dead, it means something was probably measured wrong. Whatever. It’s between Marcy and the Coroner at THAT point.

WEEK #1‘s challenge was called “BAKING POWDER BISCUITS“. I went in with high hopes “These”, I was sure, “will be WAY better than those GUNPOWDER BISCUITS she made LAST week”.

In the end, I was not disappointed. They actually DID come out with much better flavor than the GUNPOWDER BISCUITS , and better yet they baked quietly, without the random explosions and spattering of partially-cooked dough all over the kitchen that had characterized the GUNPOWDER BISCUITS (aka, MAGNUM MUFFINS). They were probably just like the biscuits served in the era between World War I and World War II, in that they had a real outside crust and were tender and moist inside. Thus they were markedly different from the Pillsbury offerings baked from a tube of dough, which tend to be moist but have a very thin or even non-existent outer shell. I could see THESE biscuits being passed around The Great Gatsby’s table.

The GUNPOWDER BISCUITS, on the other hand, reminded me of the World War I era, artillery, poison gas, and all.

THINGS I WOULD CHANGE: These biscuits are best enjoyed with butter and/or jam. Someone pointed out that they should be brushed with melted butter either while cooling or just before they are finished baking, and I think this would be a GREAT idea. This would soften the outer crust and give it a more appealing texture and flavor. Actually, some butter brushed on just before the end of baking would produce a nice, golden-brown color as well, which would also add to the appeal. Other than that, these passed the JON-TEST.

JON’S RATING: 4 happy faces out of 5 possible

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Whereas for the GUNPOWDER BISCUITS:

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I went to a book sale and saw a book written in 1929 called, “Anyone Can Bake”. I know I wasn’t even born then, but I figured they must have known I was coming and wrote this with me in mind. Since I am not one to walk away from a challenge, I bought the book and will take the next year to prove them wrong.

Each week I will attempt a new recipe and then blog about what happened. Jon will add his two cents. And at the end of the year, I’m pretty sure the book will have to change its name.

I began with the first, and easiest, master recipe in the book, ‘Baking Powder Biscuits’. Five ingredients. How hard can this be?

After gathering all the ingredients…… (wow, am I exhausted)….. I was excited to get started. I tried to follow the recipe exactly. First I carefully measured out all the dry ingredients.

Then it was time to add in the milk and make a smooth ball. First problem – the dough is too dry. Second problem – my ball isn’t smooth. But I am not a quitter and will continue on…..

I flatten the dough and realize there is no way I am going to get fourteen biscuits out of this. Rather than using a biscuit cutter, I will use a tiny juice glass to cut out the biscuits….. and still don’t end up with fourteen. Oh, well…..

After all that, I have eleven teeny biscuits ready to bake. Since I am scared to turn my oven up to 475 degrees because I don’t want my dishwasher to melt (long story), I set it to 450 degrees and figure that is good enough.

After twelve minutes of staring into the oven, my baby biscuits are ready! Lets take a look, shall we?

They don’t look like the biscuits you get in a restaurant….. at least not any one you’d go back to.

Well, they taste okay but they aren’t pretty. I think I’ll give this one to me. So, week one leaves me as the victor. What will week two hold?

Hey, I saved you a biscuit. Dig in!