Cat Head Biscuits

w c

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

  • Author: w c (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 4th, 2018 03:12
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Comments3

  • Lorna

    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!

    • w c

      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.

    • orchidee

      A tasty write w c!

      • w c

        Thanks so much, orchidee. I'm glad you found it appealing.

      • Goldfinch60

        Very good mouth watering write.

        When cooking, I have been cooking for over sixty years, the main ingredient in any dish is love.

        • w c

          yes, while cooking a little love is the best ingredient



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