It’s Friday! Woo!
So, yesterday I brought in some biscuits my wife brought in. She’s from the south of the US, where biscuits are a serious topic, with marriages being founded on fresh, homemade biscuits. Liz’ recipe is a family recipe that my wife has thankfully mastered. They’re amazing. Wednesday she made biscuits and sausage gravy (ground pork sausage meat, fried up, served in a white gravy on top… it’s great), and let me bring in the 5 remaining biscuits for the team at work (a huge sacrifice for both of us).
Everyone loved them (of course), but a debate was sparked. Here in the UK, “biscuits” are what we’d call cookies in North America. Meanwhile, the closest name they could find to describe the biscuits were scones. My wife maintained that the while similar, biscuits are not scones and that if nothing else that distinction depends on how the scone / biscuit is eaten (scone = clotted cream, butter, and jam at tea, biscuits = with (or as part of) meals, sometimes as a substitution for buns/rolls).
Today is a great day. Why? My beautiful wife Liz baked the team some lemon squares (yes, the same lemon squares that I mentioned in my earlier post… the ones I didn’t get to taste). In fact, she made 2 batches. One for the team here at work, one for us at home. Woo!
They’re great. A little more involved than the Pound cake. Here’s the recipe:
Last night, my wife baked a large pound cake for a gathering we went to. She specifically baked a fairly large cake in to leave some at home for me to have – in the past she’s been notorious for baking things and giving them away in their entirety without my even getting a taste of what she made.
The cake was a big hit and disappeared quite quickly (as did the lemon squares she made, but that’s a different story, since she didn’t make any extra for me 😉 ). Apparently I was in a sharing mood this morning as I decided to bring what was left of my cake to work to share with my co-workers. While I cry that I only got to have a couple small pieces, I think the fight between my co-workers over who would get to have more cake was definitely worth it.
As you can see from the picture above, the struggle for cake actually got a bit physical ;).