An off day
Well, I tried my hand at Martha’s buttermilk biscuits. Alas, I did not get the results I was after. But I think I might know why.
First, I think it might have had something to do with the fact that I didn’t have any buttermilk on hand. Actually, I never have any buttermilk on hand. (No, not never really, but hardly ever.)
Now for most people this little discrepancy would mean no biscuits today. But that’s where I stand out from the crowd. ‘No buttermilk’ doesn’t mean we can’t have buttermilk biscuits. No, it just means we can’t have traditional buttermilk biscuits.
Instead we’ll be having them made with milk and lemon juice. Its much better like this and way cool. And to make it even cooler, I says to myself, I says “Lets not measure the lemon juice before we add it to the milk. We’ll eyeball it.” Sweet.
Second, it might have had something to do with the fact that I decided to cut it in half, but forgot to cut the amount of ‘buttermilk’ in half. Argh.
It was like a bad movie. I just kept adding more and more and more liquid. Eventually I stopped but I think I had like a tablespoon left, so it was kind of like — Argh.
Then, I decided to rescue the soupy biscuit batter by adding more flour. Then I rolled them out and cut them out and baked them for a while and cooled them for a while.
Finally I tried one. I didn’t want to, but I felt obliged. I’ll spare you the details and just reiterate that I did not get the results I was after.
I’ll try again another time. I might even make them the traditional way.