CARAMEL APPLE PIE BISCUIT

[ezcol_2third][/ezcol_2third] [ezcol_1third_end] GENERALLY speaking, food makes people happy. I'd like to think that I make happy foods.  I'd like to think that to the people wondering to this place, who are just one kale salad-away from opening a suicide.word, a fast responding blueberry oatmeal cookie, in some ways, is a contribution to humanity.  I'd like to think that to you out there who voluntarily devotes to a gluten-less life, though beyond my shallow comprehension, must have had your profound and keen purposes

PERFECT… WINTER SCONES

As a reluctant and often times struggling home-baker, I have an unfounded, persistent, borderline sickening obsession with making biscuits and scones. Nobody in the family eats them but me really (it isn't saying much when you scan through all members in the family). I have to endure the look of lostness and concealed disappointment in Jason's eyes every time he comes home to the smell of butter and sugar, and yet I put myself through it often (yes everything is about me). They aren't the most foolproof things to bake either, evidently from the ghost of dead doughs past that still lingers in the apartment. So I don't know, I guess they just feel so much more earnest than cookies and cakes, a warmer and friendlier thing to break over a conversation or a cup of tea

Rise baby Rise!

Cuz I don't brown up nice in the oven.  NO!  I meant I can't bake!  I'm paralyzed in the field of baking because I'm innately handicapped in following instructions.  But I, too am a mere mortal who's powerless against the calling of fresh-out-of-the-oven pastries.  And I have a thing for biscuits. For one, it is one of the few pastries that doesn't need egg (ok, I LOVE eggs but can't have them.  That's a Ginormica sob story for another time).  And plus, they're just endlessly versatile.  They are the personal escorts,  the Emporors Club of the pastry world.  They will play any role you want them to play for the day, breakfast, lunch, dinner or dessert!  Fantastic!  If one could just be a gentleman, invest in a little courtship beforehand to get to know the biscuits well, to help her reach you-know-what.   What? It's the RISE, baby!!! Make the biscuit happy, and she will return the favor.  And all that biscuit ever wanted, is to rise.  Since the birth of biscuits, how many of us amateur bakers' tears were shed over the walking-dead who didn't

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