Biscuits and Heat

During that last extreme cold snap we had, since we were avoiding the panic and ransacking of grocery shelves apparently happening in our largest urban cities, we decide to enjoy a nice warm fire and spend our time ransacking the pages of our current books and perhaps taking a nap or two. Our fireplace had frosted over quite a bit due to the extreme cold air in the chimney and the warmer moist air inside our house. Never the less, I stuck a few logs inside, threw in a couple handfuls of my wood scraps from various projects last year, and got it lit. In a matter of minutes, the moisture was gone and the heat was starting to heat up the room.

Since I have to open the outside sliding door a bit while starting the fire until it starts drafting properly, the basement cools off a bit before it gets warmer. It is naturally a bit cooler anyway due to the property of heat rising. So while the basement family room was preheating, I decided to go back upstairs and make some biscuits.

Biscuits were a family staple growing up. I would guess we had them at least once a week. Ours were always just a breakfast meal in themselves, eaten with our choice of condiments. I always started by splitting them into two halves and putting some butter on the hot biscuit before then topping half with honey and the other half with homemade jelly. These days, none of my family really craves for them so I don't make them too often as I usually end up eating most of the leftovers which are never as good reheated as they are fresh out of the oven.

Below is a picture of the biscuits ready to go into the oven. I never took a picture of them afterwards as I like to eat mine piping hot right from the oven. Once finished with breakfast, I headed down to enjoy the now warmer family room and did indeed spend the day reading and napping while the world was apparently going to pot according to the evening news cycle. Life is certainly good in my neck of the woods.