Cat Head Biscuits
They were golden brown
And buttery from the oven
With some molasses there
And the hungry there all lovin’
They were grandma’s biscuits
Made each morning from scratch
With no recipe written down
But memorized from way back
Served with a cup of coffee
And the children getting juice
There was milk for those older
And buttermilk for grandpa too
We said grace each morning
At our breakfast there
With a sunny egg or two
That grandma would prepare
The biscuits were always enjoyed
As we prepared for the day
Whether the busy little kids
Or the adults at hauling hay
The biscuits were always a staple
Of our big country breakfasts
With their place on the table
From grandma to her guests
Grandma passed on her secret
So that mom can bake today
They must always be baked with love
Was all she had to say
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Oh yummmm..... can anything be better than having someone make biscuits or scones or muffins for breakfast right out of the oven.... great picture you built here.... I want to be in that kitchen!
Thanks Lorna. Every time I have homemade biscuits I can't help but thing of family. They were delicious and such an important part of my memories. Thanks for your comment.
A tasty write w c!
Thanks so much, orchidee. I'm glad you found it appealing.
Very good mouth watering write.
When cooking, I have been cooking for over sixty years, the main ingredient in any dish is love.
yes, while cooking a little love is the best ingredient
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