My thirties have held a few lessons. it is funny because everyone (who has already crossed that threshold) tells you that happens in your thirties, and that you are happier because of it. And, if everyone is like me, you stand at 29- in a near panic- because you know they are lying.
But they aren’t.
And that is super cool.
I’ve learned a lot about the kind of friend I want to be, and the kind of friend I don’t. I’ve learned a lot about what things are important, and what things aren’t. (hello, previous Pottery Barn obsession- I’m sorry…) Some of these things might just be economic lessons that everyone is experiencing BUT i personally think those of us (you know, over 30) gain something more. I don’t know, consider it that special prize at the bottom of the organic, Omega induced, super crunch cereal. :)
But still, 16 years after becoming a bride, I can’t make biscuits.
sure, I can do drop biscuits. Bleh. I can open canned biscuits but seriously, have you guys paid attention to what makes them so yummy? no thanks…
I want to make biscuits that rise. round ones. fluffy ones. ones that steam and open like heaven, melting butter into a gooey mess of magnificent morning splendor.
i don’t want them to taste like only flour, or like baking powder.
I don’t want them to come from bisquick, and I DO NOT want them to come from a can.
I do want them to be simple, easy, unintimidating at 6 a.m.
Do i ask too much? Possibly. But still, still I search… And I have faith that one of you knows of this mysterious, reputable biscuit…
is it you?