numberc44
01-14-2012, 02:40 PM
As the weather changes the roads can become extremely hazardous carving the canyons on a bright sunny dry day can be amazing, but when the leaves fall and the road is damp it can be treacherous, but sometimes comes with great rewards.
As the sun slowly raises lighting up the path that just moments before was dark and foreboding, now has become a spectacle of nature.
I was stopping to take a picture, watching the birds swooping towards the surface of the river. Looking for that poor insect that had misjudged his landing and was now water logged and waiting on his faith, to become something’s breakfast! Bet that was not the highlight of their day!
There perched on a high tree branch was a Red Tail Hawk…. But he was not hunting bugs, he swooped down from his perch deadly talons extended and a millisecond from impacting the water snatched a nice trout from the surface and flew back to the tree tops to enjoy his breakfast……… that reminds me I need a biscuit!
Biscuit: in the south they are made with Love and flour, lard, salt etc etc, oh yea never forget the buttermilk. NOTE: Real biscuits are not from a bag or a tube they must be made from scratch and there are no exceptions to this rule.
Now that I have decided I can’t continue the day without a biscuit, should I wait by the front door of a local biscuit peddler and swoop down and snatch one from an unsuspecting victim? Would the thrill of the hunt make the biscuit taste better? How much swooping could I actually accomplish? Or would I be better off spending $.99 and have no recovery time because swooping is hazardous, I can see the headlines now: Dangerous Biscuit Snatcher on the loose described as dragging one arm and limping!
So I decide its best to find a local dispensary of the golden brown delicacy. Gas station, Nope…. Has to be a local diner ….. yep that’s the ticket!
So should I use all the modern technology at my disposal (Smart Phone or GPS)…. Nope I will ask a local where I should start my crusade to obtain the object of my current obsession…..The Homemade Southern Buttermilk Biscuit.
I now have the information I was desperately seeking…. Now it’s just a matter of locating the address. I find the place with little effort it’s across the street from the Gas station, I am currently refueling at, should have just followed my beak/nose.
So I enter the establishment dressed in my winter riding gear and since outside temp is hovering around 35-deg I fail to take off my helmet-oops they probably thought I was there to rob the place because everything just stopped and got very very quite. Either that or they were shocked to see a 6’6” tall black and blue Stay Puffed Marshmallow Man……. (Kilimanjaro Cold weather Suit) Oh well lets just say they appeared momentarily stunned with the vision in front of them….. Imagine if I had swooped in and snatched a biscuit.
So after removing the helmet and most of my gear the waitress approaches me and says “morning” can I help you were you looking for something to eat? Let’s see, I am in a restaurant food would be a good guess. I respond why yes mam…..
Yes I am starving, and I did not want to upset her since she had what I was looking for, she hands me a menu which is hand written and ran thru a copier. Even though the menu was limited in scope but at this case size did not matter! I was only looking for few biscuits and maybe some good old sausage gravy and a bonus would be molasses.
She said it would be 15 minutes for fresh did I mind the wait? I looked over at another table they had biscuits all of a sudden the swooping scenario flashed back as a possibility! So did the possibility of an extended recovery period.
So since I was not in any hurry I just sat and observed my surroundings, and yes kind of listened in on conversations. Wow I found out a lot of info on mules, chickens, trucks various farm implements and who was dating who, mud bogging, fishing, planting, picking this is TMI overload……….. come on biscuits, I’m starting to go into withdrawals’. I need a biscuit asap anybody listening…… hello! Of course only my stomach answered, if the food did not arrive soon my stomach may start eating my spine.
Here she comes with my plate of expected perfection. It arrives hot and fresh as promised. I dive in like a starving dog….. Dang the gravy seems to be the same temp as my Vance & Hines exhaust that on many occasions has eaten/melted my Frogg Toggs, but it works for me I hate cold gravy. Even with a scorched and swollen tongue I can appreciate the Love that was put into these biscuits, they are simply amazing hot & flakey with real butter on top, wow & my side of molasses is even there.
As kids we used to mix our molasses with the butter then spread it on, some things never change I start the complicated blending ratio of molasses to butter it must be perfect, I do not want to in any way do any injustice to these biscuits. I was searching for and found, the Holy Grail of southern food, a Buttermilk Biscuit made from scratch & Love. And being successful in my endeavor made anything else happening to me the rest of the day seem inconsequential.
I was a little disappointed however, I had pictured myself swooping in and snatching a biscuit then making my way to the top of some tree or building to eat my reward. But the $ spent was a lot easier, but not as adventurous.
I think I’m moving to this town.
As the sun slowly raises lighting up the path that just moments before was dark and foreboding, now has become a spectacle of nature.
I was stopping to take a picture, watching the birds swooping towards the surface of the river. Looking for that poor insect that had misjudged his landing and was now water logged and waiting on his faith, to become something’s breakfast! Bet that was not the highlight of their day!
There perched on a high tree branch was a Red Tail Hawk…. But he was not hunting bugs, he swooped down from his perch deadly talons extended and a millisecond from impacting the water snatched a nice trout from the surface and flew back to the tree tops to enjoy his breakfast……… that reminds me I need a biscuit!
Biscuit: in the south they are made with Love and flour, lard, salt etc etc, oh yea never forget the buttermilk. NOTE: Real biscuits are not from a bag or a tube they must be made from scratch and there are no exceptions to this rule.
Now that I have decided I can’t continue the day without a biscuit, should I wait by the front door of a local biscuit peddler and swoop down and snatch one from an unsuspecting victim? Would the thrill of the hunt make the biscuit taste better? How much swooping could I actually accomplish? Or would I be better off spending $.99 and have no recovery time because swooping is hazardous, I can see the headlines now: Dangerous Biscuit Snatcher on the loose described as dragging one arm and limping!
So I decide its best to find a local dispensary of the golden brown delicacy. Gas station, Nope…. Has to be a local diner ….. yep that’s the ticket!
So should I use all the modern technology at my disposal (Smart Phone or GPS)…. Nope I will ask a local where I should start my crusade to obtain the object of my current obsession…..The Homemade Southern Buttermilk Biscuit.
I now have the information I was desperately seeking…. Now it’s just a matter of locating the address. I find the place with little effort it’s across the street from the Gas station, I am currently refueling at, should have just followed my beak/nose.
So I enter the establishment dressed in my winter riding gear and since outside temp is hovering around 35-deg I fail to take off my helmet-oops they probably thought I was there to rob the place because everything just stopped and got very very quite. Either that or they were shocked to see a 6’6” tall black and blue Stay Puffed Marshmallow Man……. (Kilimanjaro Cold weather Suit) Oh well lets just say they appeared momentarily stunned with the vision in front of them….. Imagine if I had swooped in and snatched a biscuit.
So after removing the helmet and most of my gear the waitress approaches me and says “morning” can I help you were you looking for something to eat? Let’s see, I am in a restaurant food would be a good guess. I respond why yes mam…..
Yes I am starving, and I did not want to upset her since she had what I was looking for, she hands me a menu which is hand written and ran thru a copier. Even though the menu was limited in scope but at this case size did not matter! I was only looking for few biscuits and maybe some good old sausage gravy and a bonus would be molasses.
She said it would be 15 minutes for fresh did I mind the wait? I looked over at another table they had biscuits all of a sudden the swooping scenario flashed back as a possibility! So did the possibility of an extended recovery period.
So since I was not in any hurry I just sat and observed my surroundings, and yes kind of listened in on conversations. Wow I found out a lot of info on mules, chickens, trucks various farm implements and who was dating who, mud bogging, fishing, planting, picking this is TMI overload……….. come on biscuits, I’m starting to go into withdrawals’. I need a biscuit asap anybody listening…… hello! Of course only my stomach answered, if the food did not arrive soon my stomach may start eating my spine.
Here she comes with my plate of expected perfection. It arrives hot and fresh as promised. I dive in like a starving dog….. Dang the gravy seems to be the same temp as my Vance & Hines exhaust that on many occasions has eaten/melted my Frogg Toggs, but it works for me I hate cold gravy. Even with a scorched and swollen tongue I can appreciate the Love that was put into these biscuits, they are simply amazing hot & flakey with real butter on top, wow & my side of molasses is even there.
As kids we used to mix our molasses with the butter then spread it on, some things never change I start the complicated blending ratio of molasses to butter it must be perfect, I do not want to in any way do any injustice to these biscuits. I was searching for and found, the Holy Grail of southern food, a Buttermilk Biscuit made from scratch & Love. And being successful in my endeavor made anything else happening to me the rest of the day seem inconsequential.
I was a little disappointed however, I had pictured myself swooping in and snatching a biscuit then making my way to the top of some tree or building to eat my reward. But the $ spent was a lot easier, but not as adventurous.
I think I’m moving to this town.