I feel like such an idiot! It was one of those days... out walking in the hot sun, tired, achy, a nagging allergy cough. I needed comfort food, without a big fuss.
One of my "go to" meals is eggs. Quick, easy, and lots of ways to do them up. I had bacon, lots of cheese... omelets. But, what I really needed was... biscuits. Homemade biscuits. Warm, melted butter, with a drizzle of honey over top.
I've made them countless times. No big deal. This time was different. They didn't rise, didn't brown. They smelled the same, but something was wrong. I cooked them a little longer - they darkened but were like hockey pucks. It was the same recipe I always use. I thought.
I just looked at the baking powder, to see if maybe it was too old. And saw... it wasn't baking powder. It was corn starch. Darn.
One of my "go to" meals is eggs. Quick, easy, and lots of ways to do them up. I had bacon, lots of cheese... omelets. But, what I really needed was... biscuits. Homemade biscuits. Warm, melted butter, with a drizzle of honey over top.
I've made them countless times. No big deal. This time was different. They didn't rise, didn't brown. They smelled the same, but something was wrong. I cooked them a little longer - they darkened but were like hockey pucks. It was the same recipe I always use. I thought.
I just looked at the baking powder, to see if maybe it was too old. And saw... it wasn't baking powder. It was corn starch. Darn.
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