I Remember When . .
Baking Powder Biscuits
| My first baking powder biscuits were nothing
to brag about. In fact they were something I've tried to forget.
Babysitting my brother and rambling around the old house, waiting for the
folks to come in for supper, I decided I would surprise them by having the
Found the recipe and began to put stuff together. Reading each line and stirring each ingredient into the bowl. Checking on brother most every stir. Rolled them out, cut them with the biscuit cutter with the handle on it, noticed they were a bit sticky. Placed them into the old cast iron stove and waited for them to bake.
They came out all speckled, very flat and quite hard. At supper there were side ways looks, but they ate some of them. Finally I asked, "What did I do wrong?" Mom looked at the recipe and asked what I had put into them. I said, "Every thing on the page." Well, there was a substitute, in case you did not have sour milk, I had put both sour milk and the substitute.
My Dad's mother made sourdough rolls every day. Remember watching her get the starter and mix it with the new batch. Little Grandma, as we called her, was famous for her rolls. She lived to age 92.
In the fall we would make fudge. The old boiled chocolate kind, in a large cast iron skillet. This pan of sugar, cocoa, butter and milk would be almost bubbling over the edges as we stirred. Then at the right moment, Mom would say." Open the door" , and she would carry the skillet outside and continue stirring in the cold night air. As it cooled, she would carry it back inside, pour a spoon full of vanilla and add the pecans that I had shelled. Pour the mixture onto a platter. Thought this must be what Heaven smells like. :)
When Christmas time got near, we made divinity with black walnuts in it. Hardest nuts I have ever shelled. Nut picks were used to get the tiny pieces out. Christmas morning, we had net stockings filled with hard candy and usually an orange and an apple.
The net on the stockings looked like what they now pack onions in. Our Christmas tree would be cut from our own woods. With a couple of small boards nailed onto the trunk to make it stand upright. We strung popcorn and made paper cutouts to decorate it. Don't remember much about this practice, but when kinfolks came to visit, they would call out "Christmas Gift", who ever said it first was to get a gift.
Lou Anne Allen, Attended Moss Schools from the 3rd. - 6th. Grades.