Tasty Weekend Morning

This tasty weekend morning, we woke up to hoar frost covering the trees, grass, and objects outside. Dense fog hung close, and it was hard to see past a few feet for several hours.

Thankfully, I had a lot on deck to keep me busy today. The gray of the fog and white of the frost was not the most motivating to wake up to on a spring morning.

Cozy Weekend Mornings

I got the coffee brewing and moved on to making our Saturday breakfast usual: biscuits and gravy.

This is not to boast, but lately, I’ve gotten pretty good at making biscuits. They’ve been buttery-crisp on the outside, and flaky and fluffy on the inside, and oh my word. Delicious.

As has also become my Saturday morning indulgence, I made myself a delectable vanilla latte to help wash down breakfast. It looked as good as it tasted and was the perfect weapon to combat the gray and gloom outside.

Homemade or Bust

This is something I’ve come to appreciate so much out here. Not the fog or the hoar frost, though those are both lovely in their own right. What I’ve come to appreciate more the longer we live here, is the bootstrapping-made-from-scratch comforts. It wouldn’t be a tasty weekend morning without them.

When I was a kid, KFC biscuits were the standard. Homemade biscuits came from one of those terrifying pop-open tubes. From scratch was something only pioneers did in the 1800s.

I still remember the first time I had a homemade vanilla latte. Coincidentally, it was the first I knew you could make those special coffees at home. We were visiting our dear friends in their home, and she asked if I’d like a latte. I thought she intended to run to Starbucks. Instead, she headed to her kitchen and right there in front of me, made me one of the best-tasting lattes I had ever had.

Out here at Hilltop Homestead, I couldn’t run to Starbucks if I wanted to. The nearest one is a few hours away. But I can make one that is exactly to my taste preferences, right in my kitchen.

“Look What I Can Do!”

I can make amazing biscuits from flour – not a cardboard tube, or a cardboard bucket from the drive-through.

If anyone in this household wants a particular delicacy, we’d better know how to make it ourselves. Fast food isn’t an option out here, and we’re probably the better for it.

For the kids’ birthdays, we host a family dinner for them and serve whatever food they choose. Little Miss opted to have pizza for her family dinner. I made six pizzas because delivery doesn’t exist out here in these parts. We had homemade pepperoni, sausage, cheese, and combo pizzas. A couple of them were even gluten-free!

I’ve been making biscuits and gravy on Saturday mornings for a couple of years, but only now are my biscuits worth writing about. If I want a sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit, my process is a bit more involved, but also far more rewarding.

Maybe it’s the cold outside. Perhaps it’s the curtain of gray, veiling us from seeing anything beyond our patio. Or maybe it’s just the truth. This is one of the tastiest, coziest Saturday mornings I can remember. I’d rather have flavor and a flour-spotted apron than the convenience and cost of “quick and easy.”

I think I’ll just sit here and stare out at the frost-coated, fog-covered landscape. With my full belly and my latte foam mustache.

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