Showing posts with label biscuits. Show all posts
Showing posts with label biscuits. Show all posts

Friday, February 16, 2024

Forty Biscuits Every Morning

My Mother's breadboard


Handholds are cared underneath on each end.



We don't know how old this breadboard is, but we think it dates to at least the late 1800s.


The following is from a Facebook post in 2016:

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My mother married very young. She and Daddy lived for a very short period in 1938 with Daddy’s parents and then into their own little mill village house in Milstead, home of a Callaway Mills plant. Mother says she learned most of her cooking after she married. She bought a round wooden dough bowl so she could make biscuits daily like her mother always had in her childhood. 

Later as children came along, my grandmother Baird suggested my mother should take her dough bowl since her family was now larger. Mama Baird took mother's smaller round bowl. That’s how the larger hand carved wooden bowl you see here came into the home I grew up in. 

I can remember my mother sifting flour into that bowl, punching a depression into the center then dropping a lump of lard (or later shortening) into it while gradually pouring in buttermilk and working up a big ball of dough with her bare hands— she would say: “Tie back your hair. Roll up your sleeves. Clean your fingernails. Wash your hands as if you were scrubbing for surgery.” — pinching off individual biscuits onto greased baking sheet. A few minutes later she would pull golden brown flaky biscuits from that 375 degree oven. I love my Mama’s biscuits. 

Mama says Joan has dibs on the inheritance of this beautiful prize. 

I wonder how old it is. I suspect it is very old. Who knows its history before Mama Baird gave it to my mother. My great grandmother Baird (Mary Marks Baird) lived with Ieula and BW Baird after she was widowed. I can imagine it coming from some previous family member like that to Mama Baird at some point as she was raising nine children (and burying two others) from 1902 through the forties. But its origin is lost to us.


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Below is a video made by my nephew Jonathan Lewis of my Mother making biscuits in this breadboard in 2009.

Monday, January 30, 2023

The Biscuit Prayer

I have seen the "Biscuit Prayer" before. I don't know who wrote it.  Thanks to our pastor Nanci Hicks for posting it again today on Facebook. I thought I'd store it right here for future reference. 

A pastor asked an older farmer, decked out in bib overalls, to say grace for the morning breakfast.

"Lord, I hate buttermilk", the farmer began. The visiting pastor opened one eye to glance at the farmer and wonder where this was going.
The farmer loudly proclaimed, "Lord, I hate lard." Now the pastor was growing concerned.
Without missing a beat, the farmer continued, "And Lord, you know I don't much care for raw white flour". The pastor once again opened an eye to glance around the room and saw that he wasn't the only one to feel uncomfortable.
Then the farmer added, "But Lord, when you mix them all together and bake them, I do love warm fresh biscuits. So Lord, when things come up that we don't like, when life gets hard, when we don't understand what you're saying to us, help us to just relax and wait until you are done mixing. It will probably be even better than biscuits. Amen."
Within that prayer there is great wisdom for all when it comes to complicated situations like we are experiencing in the world today.
Stay strong, my friends, because our LORD is mixing several things that we don't really care for, but something even better is going to come when HE is done with it. AMEN!

  -Author Unknown