An exceedingly fine batch of biscuits this morning.
Mine with cheese, a bit of bacon done just the right way (a tad chewy, none of this crispy business), a slice of extra sharp cheddar, and a smear of my whipped feta/yoghurt/cranberry dip. Utterly delightful. Ernie, of course, went with mustard. At one point he said, “My biscuit is breaking up, the must…
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