An Ode to My Grandmother.

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My adoptive parents are an interesting mix.  My father is the epitome of the stereotypical American from the ‘deep south,’ and all the good and bad that comes with it.  My mother was born in Canada, but moved to England as a toddler and was raised in Oxford up until she met my father(a dashing American airman) at the age of twenty.  Despite her Canadian passport, my mother was all British.   I have no idea how they fell in love. They are polar opposites.

It was very odd growing up in a house with such a deep culture clash.    My brothers and I were essentially forced to learn to versions of the English language.  Biscuits could mean the savory, flaky goodness that my paternal grandmother baked, or they could mean the sweet treats we dipped into our tea.   Football could evoke images of men running around with an odd shaped, pig skin ball in their hands, or men running around kicking a black & white colored round ball.    Words could be spelled with or without an additional ‘u.’

My mother home-schooled all three of her children, so we’d get docked points for spelling words like colour without the ‘u.’   Yet, when my father graded our homework, he’d cross out the u as a mistake.

We were often very confused.

In any case, I was channeling my paternal grandmother last night when I made the American version of biscuits.   My grandmother was a very lovely woman who encouraged me frequently to be everything I could possibly be, and not simply follow along the path my over-bearing parents wanted me to go.   Both my grandmother and grandfather spent a lot of time with me.  They worked very hard to counter-act some of the more negative things in my life, and I’m forever grateful to both of them.

Anyway, so I made biscuits last night – the American Southern style savory type, not the sweet British cookie type.   They were delicious and easy so I thought I’d share the recipe.

It’s basically the Bisquick basic biscuit recipe, with a twist:

2 1/4 cups of bisquick mix

2/3 cup of milk

1/4 tsp garlic powder

1/4 tsp Italian seasoning

1/2 a cup of shredded Italian blend cheese (won’t lie, it was probably more like 3/4 a cup.  We like our cheese lol)

I dropped eight biscuits by the spoon onto a greased pan.

Baked for about eight minutes in a 450 degree oven. YUM.  (the recipe says 8 – 10 minutes, I found with our oven that the bottoms get a bit too browned if you go over 9 minutes).

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One thought on “An Ode to My Grandmother.

  1. Casey Sheridan April 28, 2015 / 10:31 am

    You’re grandparents sound wonderful. Next time you make these please let me know in advance so I can pop round for a visit. Thank you! 🙂

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