Hey everyone! How are you today? I hope you're doing well! It's been a bit of a challenging Monday here at work, but thankfully I completed the majority of my schoolwork over the weekend, so I've been able to give my job my full attention. Three cheers for being on top of things!
Tell me about your weekend! I want to hear all about the fun Superbowl parties everyone went to, the things you ate, things you made, who you cheered for, what you did while the power went out for half an hour... etc.
My weekend was uneventful but wonderful... I attended a networking event for school on Friday evening where I made a few friends. Saturday, Bailey and I headed down to our family's lake house to spend some quality time with my parents. Dad and I got to enjoy each others' company while my mom was at my grandparents' house and then on Sunday, all three (four including the bean) of us hung out together. I totally ignored the fact that I'm an American spent "Superbowl Sunday" doing schoolwork and hanging out with my folks.
Dad made his famous homemade biscuits as part of our family brunch on Sunday and I literally gained three pounds in one day because I ate so many of them. Sorry, thighs. With the few that were leftover, we took a turn down memory lane and made some biscuit toast.
Never heard of it?
Here's the story:
My granny grew up during the great depression and was taught never to waste anything. Nothing. Like, when the ketchup gets low, she adds water to the bottle to get the last little bit out. And when the biscuits get stale... she makes biscuit toast.
Mom must have loved biscuit toast, because when I was growing up, she made it for us all the time. We would have big elaborate breakfasts over the weekend and Mom would take the leftover biscuits and make biscuit toast. We pretty much always had it on hand. It would be there in our oven, ready for us to eat any time we passed by. I remember walking through the kitchen without being hungry at all and still stopping for a piece of biscuit toast because the stuff is that good. I mean, how can super buttery, crunchy slices of biscuit not be delicious?
So, what exactly is biscuit toast?
You take biscuits (stale or not stale, but the stale ones are easier to slice) and slice them like you would a sandwich roll (so, lengthwise? Horizontally, like this: = not like this: ||| ) through the middle. If the biscuit is extra thick, slice it into three slices. Then, lay the biscuit slices out on a baking sheet lined with aluminum foil. Butter the biscuit slices. (Disclaimer: biscuit toast is not good for you.) Once the slices are buttered, place them in the oven and broil for several minutes, until they get nice and crispy. The toast should have a pretty even golden color (I like mine even more browned than what you see in the photo above). Watch it and make sure it doesn't burn!
Until this past weekend, I hadn't had biscuit toast in ages. Somehow, my family kind of forgot about the stuff for the last few years. But having it over the weekend brought back so many memories and now, despite those pesky three pounds of weight I gained, I'm planning on making it again soon in the very near future. Buttery, crispy, delicious biscuit toast. Ahh, the memories.
Before you go, tell me:
What food takes you down memory lane?
Have you ever heard of (or had) biscuit toast?