Biscuits are fine, buttered, maybe with jam, or biscuits with cheese. Bojangles is, in my opinion, a blight on mankind, along with all other fast food establishments. Of course, being a vegetarian, my opinion is influenced by my food choices and my desire to avoid indigestion.
Raised by a Chicago Yankee in Virginia, biscuits were not on our table. But, my older sister married into a deeply Southern family where biscuit-making was as revered as baby-making. I watched many of her female in-laws pat biscuits that would emerge from the oven golden and scrumptious. She somewhat learned the art of biscuitry, enough to save her husband and children from embarrassment, but I never did.
A while ago, I attempted homemade biscuits to expose my Hispanic grandchildren to those flaky pieces of heaven. My biscuits were far from heavenly and more dense than flaky, but their taste was very acceptable. I promised the kids that I’d find a traditional Southern cook who would whip them up a true batch of biscuits. Alas, the children moved to Yankee country before I fulfilled that promise!
A fun piece, Eric Griggs — in spite of all the Bojangles references 😜 Wishing you a 2019 full of delicious biscuits wherever you find them!