Yesterday morning I decided I needed to show my family some serious love. They have been having to fend for themselves a lot more than usual for the past few months. This baby I’m making is pretty demanding of my energy and at 20 or so weeks I’m still suffering from the food aversions usually reserved for the delicate first trimester. Cooking makes me downright squeamish.
But I woke up and knew that I needed to do SOMETHING for them that would make everyone feel happy, full, well fed and loved.
So I made biscuits. I made them for the first time in 5 or so months. My family loves them…although my littlest (Luke) has a special place in his heart reserved for them, and after demanding that the light in the oven be on, he pulled up a stool so he could sit and watch them bake.
Food and love. It’s a complicated relationship. The older I get the more I understand that food = love isn’t a bad thing. Because foodlove can come in the form of braised kale and lentil stew as easily as it can be cake and homemade icecream. Foodlove is about giving your body healthy things it needs to be strong and feeding your family a meal you made and having everyone eat it together.
But sometimes, foodlove is all about butter and jam and hot baked biscuits.
So I made them. We all ate crumbly, flaky goodness. I took happy-making photos as the light came in the window.
Only to find later that the recipe for all this butter-laden-love had been posted here on the Squam Blog on the very same day. The timing was complete serendipity and totally not planned! Even more sweet was the memory of the last time I made these biscuits was for a pile of gorgeous women By The Sea so all of this ties together so happily. I would make them for you if I were near. But in my absence, if you need some butter-love or know someone who does, make these will you? I promise they will do something good to your day.
