I adore a good biscuit. I admit that I grew up on Bisquick biscuits. And if offered a free-form drop biscuit from this ubiquitous brand, I probably would not turn it down. With a bit of melted butter, it still brings back fond memories of my childhood home and when my girls were young.
Sitting down with some crusty bread and a glass of red wine is high on my list of things that center me. There is something satisfying about ripping the bread and topping with a wee bit of butter while sipping on a hearty class of vino. More... Sitting down with some crusty bread and a … Continue reading Breaking Bread