Or maybe I am just lazy.
I dislike shopping so actually acquiring all of the items necessary to cook something pisses me off and god forbid you get home and start making something and you are out of freakin' vanilla or pepper or pickled beets. But even if you aren't, you are going to get a shitload of dishes dirty and make a mess and spend fourteen hours making pretty much anything. And while whatever it is is cooking and you are trying not to burn it, you'll have to clean the whole mess up only to have to clean up again once everyone has eaten whatever it is that you made.
Where is that fun?
Did I miss it??
Anyway, since I am a mother and since I hope to one day send my daughters off into the world capable of keeping themselves alive without having to rely on Taco Bell and Wendy's, I try to teach them to cook things. Which means I have to learn how to cook things first so I can pretend like I already knew how. Plus I have to pretend it's fun to make them, which is the hardest part. And one of the things I learned to make recently is biscuits. And I don't mean the kind that come out of the can, but real biscuits you know, with dough and stuff.
The first time I made these there was some confusion about how All Purpose Flour and Self Rising Flour are apparently different things. Call me crazy but wouldn't one assume that All Purpose would encompass Self Rising? I mean, it's freakin' All Purpose. Isn't one of those "purposes" possibly to self rise?
Anyway, now that we know how to make biscuits from scratch... er, I mean Self Rising Flour, we frequently make them at my house on the weekend. And by "frequently" I mean as little as possible because it takes like forty-five minutes and makes a big damn mess.
Which is why it brought me such joy to witness Amanda making them on Saturday and Sunday. Of course, she likes to make them with little smokies in them but what the hell do I care? I don't have to cook them.
Labels: Amanda, Being Mommy, cooking
