Okay, so there are biscuits, and then there are BISCUITS. Namely, these biscuits. Let’s call it a biscuit recipe that changed my mind about a few things. That major, these biscuits. And I’m managing to tell you all about them just in time for Thanksgiving side dishing. Glorious!
Do not adjust your computer screen. Friends, it’s time. For me to come clean, keep things on the up and up, give it to you on the realz, yo. The truth is, I don’t just eat cake. I also eat salad. Lots of salad, actually. And in celebration of this revelatory proclamation, I thought I’d do something completely off the wall and offer you something that you can actually make for dinner tonight. Asparagus Caesar Salad. It’s a very real thing in my life.
Now, I know what you’re thinking. “Savory quickbread?! Whaaa? Quickbreads should be sweet and coffee-break-ish, with things like apple, pumpkin, and bananas. Go back to your Cave of Crazy!”, and really, I don’t blame you altogether. But let me put it to you this way: sweet quickbreads are indeed great with coffee, but SAVORY quickbreads are perfect with booze.
I rest my case.
What do you MEAN it’s nearly mid-November?! This absolutely cannot be. No, no, no; I simply won’t allow it.
From the above sentence, you might gather one of the following:
1. Little C has just gotten into movies with Julie Andrews, which means I am now into movies with Julie Andrews.
2. The recent time change has rendered me totally incapable of knowing what hour or what day it is. Like, more than usual.
3. I am now officially at work on book number two (whee!) and have a calendar full of deadlines (gah!), not to mention that I think I’m gaining weight by absorbing butter and sugar through my skin from all the recipe testing for this one. That’s a thing, right?
Well, whichever of the above options you chose, you would be correct. Mary Poppins is indeed in the regular rotation. I’m getting less sleep than usual and Little C is enjoying way more Julie Andrews than she should be because I’m trying to pull a manuscript out of the madness. We are busy, but we are happy, and we’re all desperately in need of a big pot of soup and some Apple, Cheddar, and Whole Wheat Scones this weekend. I’ll make extra for you, because I’ll wager to bet we’re all in the same boat, zooming towards the New Year, trying to tie up all sorts of loose ends. I-yi-yi. Sweet cracker sandwich, let’s all have wine with said scones while we’re at it, yes?
The time is upon us: It’s just about fall, y’all! Soups and stews are about to be all up in my area on the regular. It’s about dang time. To celebrate, I want to share with you the ultimate carb-y accompaniment that is my new obsession. Pretzel Rolls. Like the perfect shopping mall/ballpark soft pretzel, in a totally different form. You’ve never met a more addictive dinner roll, I’m telling you.
It feels like approximately 50 years ago, but once upon a time I had a job as a makeup artist for a very fancy, stylish cosmetic line. I would travel around to upscale department stores like Saks and Neiman Marcus where I ordinarily would have no business being, and design new makeup looks for ladies of all shapes, sizes and colors and promote the brand. It was a pretty rad job, I have to say. But my favorite days were the ones in my hometown of Chicago, when I visited what used to be the historical Marshall Field’s on State Street (which is now a flippin’ Macy’s, DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED). It was a beautiful store with fun clientele and a gorgeous cosmetics department. But what I really loved was my lunch break there, because the top floor had a café with floor-to-ceiling windows, a stunning city view, and a place that had the most glorious seasonal salads, all served with a moan-inducing pretzel roll. Deeply golden with a chewy crust, smattered with crunchy coarse salt. Huminuh.
I know you’re probably all up in the long holiday weekend, what with your grilling and beer-ing and what not. But this savory tart went down in my kitchen last night and just about blew my dang mind. And because we are friends, I just had to tell you all about it on the ASAP. Bacon and Caramelized Onion Tart, darlings. Have yourself a super-fancy Labor Day weekend, won’t you?
I know we’ve talked about how I’m a sucker for savory baking. It makes me feel extra capable and fills the house with a fragrance that rivals that of baking brownies. Also, savory baked goods are a more logical pairing with wine. (That last sentence is sort of my gauge of what’s worth doing in life.) Now, this is not to say that I haven’t (often) paired cake with a chilly glass of Champers, but sometimes it’s just nice to do things a little more predictably. It makes me feel like I’ve got my act together. It’s the little things.
Lest you think that my family subsists on cookies and cake alone, I need to share something very special with you. And not “special” in the complicated sense, either. Nay, I am here to offer you not only something savory (!!), but also the kind of recipe that does that magical job of making everyone think you are a freaking genius, when in actuality it was really quite simple. The sort of thing that requires a smattering of lightly dressed greens and a glass of wine and nothing else. I live for this kind of recipe.
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