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Keeping it Real

Somedays things just don't work out.

Somedays I don't think ahead and still have no idea what I am going to make an hour before supper.

Somedays our family eats in shifts and I go to bed with a sink full of dishes.

Yesterday was one of those days. It was five pm and the girls always get restless about that time.

The hubs was out working cattle.

And I was pretty sure he was going to be late coming in for supper.
I had just finished up my phone conference.
I wanted something simple to make. If the hubs isn't in the house to help around supper time, it is a given I will be cooking with a baby on one hip.
I remembered the Pioneer Woman had made biscuits and gravy the other day. It wasn't necessarily 'simple', but I had sausage on hand. This is rare for me. I don't have sausage in the house very often, because I if I do, I will inhale it.
The same goes for pop, swiss rolls, and cream cheese frosting, but I digress.
I have had many bad experiences with biscuits, every time I have attempted them, they turn out like honest to goodness hockey pucks.
So I was leery about doing biscuits but the recipe was really simple and she called them 'drop biscuits' so they even sounded easy.
I had no intention of blogging about this, I was pretty sure it would be a failure. That's just the kind of day it was.
Then these came out of the oven...
They smelled like heaven and looked amazing. I happily clicked away with the camera, praying they would taste as good as they looked.
I had browned the sausage in my trusty cast iron skillet while the biscuits baked.
I made my own sausage gravy recipe, which is really just me adding a little of this and a little of that and I didn't measure anything, so I'll turn you over to the Pioneer Woman's recipe for that.
While I was trying to be Wonder Woman, I discovered the littlest one doing this...
 

Yep, she emptied the salt shaker and was having a blast.

Well I put her on my hip and I scrambled up some eggs and plated it up.

Delicious. The biscuits were great! Crispy on the bottom, fluffy on the inside.

The girls and I ate together. The hubs ate much later when he finally rolled in. That's just the kind of day it was.

The evening didn't work out the way I would have preferred but the biscuits did. They were great. So let's just be happy for a moment and marvel in that.

You can find the Pioneer Woman's recipe here.

Give it a try, yum!

Do you have any secrets to making good biscuits? I'd love to hear any tips!

Have a lovely day.

 

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