biscuits

for years of my life, almost every other weekend, my family would go to the country, to where my father's mother, lived-"queenie"--

these pleasant visits for me, included a massive lunch meal, and sometimes if we stayed just a little longer, dinner---these dinners, were where i first learned to make biscuits--

now at my house, for some reason-probably the mess--my mother didn't let me do much cooking or helping-so when i was given this rare opportunity to cook, i was in heaven-

my sister martha and i would adorn our red checked very own aprons and precede to roll the wondrous dough---it would go right on this little cold enamel kitchen table-

there would be lots of flour and ice tea glasses, that were used to cut the biscuits shapes just right-

those biscuits tasted like no others and especially with a huge spoon of my grandmother's homemade pear preserves-

i have made those biscuits many times since those days, and when i do, if i look with my heart, i can see my grandmother smiling-