I started (tried to) this blog eight months ago. Then life happened. The last eight months everything a big blur. The last winter, the spring, the summer, and now another fall going into winter. Where does time go? So I am trying now to start again. This blog. Lost my password to blog. Lost my username. Forgot my name. Looked all over desk. Found scribbled notes re Obamacare, notes to my financial advisor, clippings to send to friends, recipes. Receipts from cab fare to and from hospital in March. Restaurant receipts. Metra cards. No password. Forgot how to blog. Never knew how. Computer skills getting rusty. Brain getting rusty. Everyone in or going to hospital. Everyone seems to be having brain tumors, brain aneurysm, strokes, brain surgery…….
Working again. Still no money. Never can catch up. Voters voted in an $89 million dollar referendum yesterday that will further hike my taxes. Just did my 2013 taxes, time to do this year’s taxes soon. Freaking out. What to do. Bake! Bake! Bake!
Had a box of Swanson cake flour. Some buttermilk. There is always left over buttermilk. Found recipe for biscuits. Two cups flour. Baking powder, soda, one stick butter, salt. Three fourths cup buttermilk. Sift, put in liquid. Pat out. Cut out biscuits. Soft already and silky. Light and feathery dough. Puffed up nicely. Pale gold. Made 13 biscuits. Took out and ate them hot with butter and fig preserves. Heaven!!!! You are supposed to wait to eat when they are warm or at room temp. They are also good hot. I thought about giving them to friends. Called J and no answer. Called a neighbor and no answer. They are best given away warm. So I keep them. They look as good as something Edna Lewis would make. That great great American chef from Freetown Virginia. If you don’t know about her look her up.
I now have a terrible pain in my chest. Acid reflux. I’m sure people a hundred years ago who made these biscuits didn’t get acid reflux. But even though I have this pain, it’s worth it. Felt calming and peaceful and the house smelled great. The pain gone now. I will probably have at least two more biscuits tonight and get another reflux attack. That’s life in 2014.