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It's Diabetic Death March month at the office, where everyone picks a day to bring in a Christmas treat. There's always tons of cookies and squares and cakes and whatnot, plus we get vendor swag in the form of chokkie boxes and gourmet nut gift sets and so forth, and I usually try to switch it up a bit...one year I brought a cheese tray, one year a big box of clementine oranges for a "detox day".
This year I made baking powder biscuits. Dead simple recipe, although I managed to slow myself down considerably by shattering a drinking glass on the kitchen floor about halfway through the process. I added some (real non fake cooked by me) bacon pieces and a slight whisper of grated cheddar to about a third of the recipe. I didn't want to go whole hog because we have a couple of non meat eaters* in the office and I wasn't sure if the recipe would work out, didn't want to wreck the whole batch.
Naomi comes in and says "All right! Biscuits for breakfast, yay daddy!" and I explain that no, they are for the office, and she can split _one_ with her sister. Minor crisis but smoothed over quickly. Then she looks more closely. "Are those raisins in there?"
No, it's bacon.
Eyes wide like plates. "We have a recipe for bacon biscuits?"
No, I just added some bacon to the regular recipe.
Eyes even wider. "You can do that? You can just add bacon whenever you want, and you never told me?"
What's the big deal?
Rolleyes. "Daddy. Bacon makes everything better."
Anyway. I brought them to the office in a basket with butter, and homemade jams. The bacon ones didn't last half an hour, and the plain ones are sitting forlornly alone, evaporating slowly by ones and twos. Two people have already asked why I bothered with the plain ones, or "why I didn't select a more favorable bacon ratio".
This might be valuable market research if it wasn't so self evident.
* although I used lard, so I clearly didn't think this through too well
It's Diabetic Death March month at the office, where everyone picks a day to bring in a Christmas treat. There's always tons of cookies and squares and cakes and whatnot, plus we get vendor swag in the form of chokkie boxes and gourmet nut gift sets and so forth, and I usually try to switch it up a bit...one year I brought a cheese tray, one year a big box of clementine oranges for a "detox day".
This year I made baking powder biscuits. Dead simple recipe, although I managed to slow myself down considerably by shattering a drinking glass on the kitchen floor about halfway through the process. I added some (real non fake cooked by me) bacon pieces and a slight whisper of grated cheddar to about a third of the recipe. I didn't want to go whole hog because we have a couple of non meat eaters* in the office and I wasn't sure if the recipe would work out, didn't want to wreck the whole batch.
Naomi comes in and says "All right! Biscuits for breakfast, yay daddy!" and I explain that no, they are for the office, and she can split _one_ with her sister. Minor crisis but smoothed over quickly. Then she looks more closely. "Are those raisins in there?"
No, it's bacon.
Eyes wide like plates. "We have a recipe for bacon biscuits?"
No, I just added some bacon to the regular recipe.
Eyes even wider. "You can do that? You can just add bacon whenever you want, and you never told me?"
What's the big deal?
Rolleyes. "Daddy. Bacon makes everything better."
Anyway. I brought them to the office in a basket with butter, and homemade jams. The bacon ones didn't last half an hour, and the plain ones are sitting forlornly alone, evaporating slowly by ones and twos. Two people have already asked why I bothered with the plain ones, or "why I didn't select a more favorable bacon ratio".
This might be valuable market research if it wasn't so self evident.
* although I used lard, so I clearly didn't think this through too well
