YE OLDE BUTTERMILK BISCUITS
Ye Olde Buttermilk Biscuits
- 3 3/4 - 4 Cups AP Flour - divided
- 1 tsp Baking Soda
- 2 tsp Kosher Salt
- 2 tsp Baking Powder (Aluminum Free)
- 1/2 cup Unsalted Butter, melted
- 1 1/2 cup Buttermilk
Preheat oven to 450
In a large bowl, whisk 3 1/2 cups Flour, Baking Soda, Salt, and Baking Powder.
In a small bowl, mix the melted Butter and the Buttermilk.
Pour Butter/Buttermilk into the flour mixture and stir until sticky dough is formed.
If dough is too sticky, add another 1/4 cup of the flour and knead in quickly.
Turn out onto a board floured with the remaining 1/4 cup of flour.
Roll dough to 1/3 - 1/2 inches thick and cut out with a round cutter.
Move to an un-greased sheet pan and bake for 12 – 15 minutes.
Remove from oven and let cool just long enough to not burn your hand or tongue before eating.
Ah, the magical allure of clever packaging.
My brothers and I wanted them SO bad, after all, something as cool as exploding dough in a shiny tube could only be the most bestest kind of yummy biscuit ever!! Right? Why did mom always refuse to purchase them? Could she not see how shiny the tube was? Did she not fully comprehend dough discharging from a tube was neat-o? It makes perfect sense. When your 6.
So all through my childhood years I was denied the magic of tubular dough detonation. Mom always said making biscuits didn’t take that much time so it’s not really a time saver. She didn’t get into the hydrogenated oil lecture until we were older (15) and still asking for them.
Finally, when I left home to make my way in the world, the spoils from my first grocery shopping expedition included the much coveted tube o’ biscuit dough. I believe they were either “Country Style” or “Buttermilk”. Needless to say, I peeled back the wrapper with great anticipation of the impending explosion.
Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it. Nothing happened, so I pressed on the seam and “pop”. Cool, even if a little anticlimactic, but what the heck.
I laid out the biscuits on a baking sheet and placed them in the oven, almost hopping up and down with excitement. When the bell went off, I removed them and waited for them to cool just long enough so I would not burn my fingers while trying to butter them.
Then the moment, I took a bite, all of my childhood wished being fulfilled in that very moment… Yuck!
I dumped the rest of them in the garbage can and immediately called my mother to acquire the family recipe for the buttermilk biscuits I grew up on along with her waffle recipe. I gave the Eggo’s I had bought to the neighbor without even trying them. And went hunting for a waffle iron at the Goodwill, but that’s another story.
Oh, and if you read the ingredient list on the “Southern Style” package, it begs the question. Who has Whey Protein Concentrate and Wheat Protein Isolate just lying around the kitchen to throw into their biscuit dough? Not to mention the Di-Acetyl Tartrate Ester of Monoglyceride (DATEM)?