Oct. 15th, 2013

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Buttermilk Biscuits
http://smittenkitchen.com/tips/2009/08/20/make-your-own-buttermilk/

Adapted from Dot’s Diner in Boulder via Bon Appetit
These can be adapted in a lot of ways. You can use (unleavened) cake flour for a more delicate biscuit, add herbs or a little grated cheese for a different flavor profile, and the sugar can be dialed up or down (the original calls for 1 1/2 tablespoons, but I use as little as 2 teaspoons when I want a savory biscuit). You can make your own buttermilk (like so*) or whisk together yogurt or sour cream and milk for a similar effect. They can be dropped from a spoon or cut into shapes.
The original recipe has a larger yield (12 standard), but for our weekend needs, but I’ve taken to scaling it to 3/4 of its original volume (shown below), which will yield 6 very large breakfast biscuits (think: egg sandwich, and then invite me over, please) or 9 standard ones, the kind you’d serve alongside other things (although they will totally, unapologetically hog the spotlight).

2 1/4 cups (280 grams) all-purpose flour
2 teaspoons to 1 1/2 tablespoons (10 to 20 grams) sugar (to taste, see note above)
1 tablespoon (15 grams) baking powder
3/4 teaspoon (5 grams) table salt
3/4 teaspoon baking soda
9 tablespoons (125 grams) chilled unsalted butter, cut into small chunks
3/4 cup (175 ml) buttermilk


Preheat oven to 400 °F and cover baking sheet with parchment paper. Whisk flour, sugar, baking powder, salt and baking soda in large, wide bowl. Using fingertips or a pastry blender, work butter into dry ingredients until the mixture resembles a coarse meal, Add buttermilk and stir until large, craggy clumps form. Reach hands into bowl and knead mixture briefly until it just holds together.

To form biscuit rounds: Transfer dough to floured counter and pat out until 1/2 to 3/4-inch thick (err on the thin side if uncertain, as the tall ones will literally rise and then tip over, like mine did the day I photographed these). Using a round cutter (2 inches for regular sized biscuits, 3 inches for the monstrous ones shown above), press straight down — twisting produces less layered sides — and transfer rounds to prepared sheet, spacing two inches apart.

To drop biscuits: Drop 1/4-cup spoonfuls onto baking sheet, spacing two inches apart.

Both methods:Bake until biscuits are golden brown on top, about 12 to 15 minutes. Cool slightly, then serve warm, with butter/jam/eggs/bacon/sausage and gravy or any combination thereof. Happy weekend!

Do ahead: Biscuits are best freshly baked. When I want to plan ahead, I make the biscuit dough and form the individual biscuits, then freeze them until needed. They can be baked directly from the freezer, will just need a couple more minutes baking time.
*Make your own buttermilk by mixing 1 tablespoon of vinegar or lemon juice with 1 cup of milk and letting it sit until it curdles, about 10 minutes.
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Homemade Bisquick Mix

Yield 7 cups
http://www.food.com/recipe/homemade-bisquick-mix-69051

Ingredients

6 cups all-purpose flour
3 tablespoons baking powder
1 tablespoon salt
1 cup vegetable shortening

Directions

Sift flour, baking powder and salt three times into a large bowl.
Cut in shortening with a pastry blender until mixture resembles fine crumbs.
Store mixture in airtight container in the refrigerator up to 4 months.
Use whenever your recipe calls for "Bisquick mix".
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FB3X Drabble Cascade #31 - Independent

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Title: Hell
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
Prompt: Independent
Do not ask, I don't know. When I was little and forced to take naps upon a neatly made bed of white sheets, these were the impressions my mind created. I was under five, before kindergarten age... and you didn't need to know all that.
I hated naps.



Silent screams were her nightmares as much as her waking thoughts, and threatening balled fists hovered somewhere close.

How soon before she lost her grasp on reality and reason becoming one of the mislaid, mentally careening over blinding planes? Why was she not already lost on that endless smooth vista; that which was her staring out, seeing one place and all places spreading out before her? The image, the perfect empty whiteness, wrinkled before her eyes and bile bubbled like scalding milk.

Madness, she’d indeed succumbed to madness and freedom of a sort. Smiling she whispered, “I’ll grow up.”
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FB3X Drabble Cascade #31 - Independent

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Title: Running Away (G)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
Prompt: Independent



Dew was just settling upon the grass and leaves. He hoped that his footprints darkening the silvered lawn were gone before they discovered he’d left but walking on the crushed gravel drive was something he didn’t want to risk. It wasn’t that far to the city and he had food with him and his saved up allowance, there hadn’t really been that much to spend it on anyway. In a few weeks time, he’d be of age and then there’d be his inheritance and then there was Tony.

Tony. Somehow he’d convince him that he wasn’t a child any more.
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Part 1 if you've not read it yet.

http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/524480.html?thread=3315904#t3315904

When Jack met Huw – Part Two:

Jack woke to a pounding, over-stuffed-with-wet-cotton feeling in his head, and lungs that felt like grated cheese. Which wasn’t even taking into account the aching joints, the red hot pokers stabbing through the cotton behind his eyes, or the distinct suspicion he’d died and gone to hell, he was so damned hot.

He felt movement beside him, the sound of water dripping into a bowl, and then the burning haze basting his skin was countered slightly by a cool, damp cloth being smoothed onto his forehead.

Someone was looking after him.

“Wha -?” He managed to rasp, his throat too sore and his breathing too laboured to produce a full sentence.

“Shhhh,” a deep voice soothed, as a second cloth glided gently over his skin, leaving blessed coolness in its wake.

He swallowed painfully and tried again. “Where?”

“S’okay. Tha be in my bed.” The voice – and the body attached to it – moved away briefly. More splashing of water – the cloth being dropped back into the bowl? – then the mattress dipped as a heavy weight settled beside him.

Oh. Okay. That made sense. He guessed. Maybe. Or not. “Uhhh . . . why?”
A soft velvet chuckle. “Hush, tha be ill. Go back to sleep. I’ll care for thee.”

Mmmm . . . that sounded nice.

Too tired and too pained to question further, Jack let his body settle more deeply into the pillowy mattress beneath him. The body next to him shifted slightly, getting comfortable and pulling a warm, cosy quilt over them both. Reassured by the other’s presence, Jack sunk immediately back into sleep.

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