¼ cup shortening
2 cups all-purpose or whole wheat flour
1 tablespoon sugar, if desired
3 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
¾ cup milk
-Stir the ingredients together.
-Heat oven to 450 degrees.
-Then knead the dough 20-20 times or for about 30 seconds.
-Place a dozen or so spoonfulls of dough on a cookie sheet.
-Each spoonfull of dough makes a biscuit.
-Finally cook the biscuits for 10-12 minutes until they are golden.
Source: Family Recipe
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Climbing the Big Tree
“Oh, that tree is huge!” I exclaimed when my dad pointed to the 200ft. tree. We were on summer vacation in Australia in Perth which is on the western side of the country. We were in a forest with a bunch of really tall trees. On the way to my cousins house we stopped to climb one of the four tallest trees in Australia. None of us expected it to be that big.
We moved away from the car and over to the museum portion of the tree. It was a small 20ft. covered platform with a wooden floor and walls. The glass covering the pictures and articles of the tree were blurred by mold. My dad pointed out and exclaimed, “This article says when the pegs were getting hammered in one day, part of another tree fell and demolished the pegs below the worker. He couldn't get down so he had to climb 100 feet on a thin piece of rope only a few centimeters thick. Nothing would catch him if he fell. He made it down alive eventually.” The story didn't make me feel any better about climbing the tree.
My dad, brother, and I walked over and started our ascent up the pegs spiraling around the huge wooden mass. The tree was almost like a bigger redwood trees in California. It was a reddish brown and had rough bark. One hand and foot on the pegs at all times, I said in my mind as we climbed. The pegs were stainless steel and looked like nails hammered into the tree. The part of the pegs you put your hand or foot on had tread so it was easier to grip. There was nothing to below me to land on but other pegs and the chicken wire above them. Half way there, I said to myself reassuringly.
It felt like seconds, minutes, hours until I gradually made my way up to the first platform marking half way. We peeked over the stainless steel railing to the ground a hundred and five feet down. Green leaves littered the ground as summer was turning to autumn. My dad pulled out six biscuits from his backpack. He gave me one and I took a huge bite. It was crisp and still warm. It melted on my tongue as I gobbled it down. I ate the other then stood up.
“I'm going to drop my hat down,” I mentioned to my dad as I did so. It fluttered to the ground like the hundreds of other leaves falling. When my bright blue baseball hat hit the ground I took a picture with my camera. Then I asked my dad, “Can we go up the rest of the pegs to the top?”
“No, it gets steeper and the pegs are farther apart,” he answered. I thought the real reason we couldn't go up more was because he was scared. “Let's go back down,” he remarked.
My brother went first, then my dad, and finally me. The descent was much easier and a lot less time consuming than going up. After about five minutes I was only about fifty feet off the ground and everything was much more visible. Then I was at forty feet. Then thirty. Twenty. Ten. Five. One. I was the final one on the ground.
We all took a few more pictures. Then I sprinted over to my hat and saw it was covered in some leaves, but other than that was fine. I ran back over to my brother and my dad. “Can we go to another tree like this?” I asked my dad as we got into our white rented Honda.
“Um, maybe,” he replied back.
We never got to go up another huge tree like that one in Australia. Whenever I see huge trees though it makes me think of the time in Australia. Also it makes me hungry for those delicious biscuits we had when we finally accomplished our goal.
Submitted by: "Max B."