Y’all, my toilet paper was featured on Little Green Notebook this week! Did you see that? And, also, my house. And, don’t forget, my toilet paper!
That Jenny really surprised me this week when I woke up and saw that she did a whole post on just me and our new house and my Instagram feed. FLOORED. DYING. Should I wake up now?
I know I don’t need to introduce you to talented, ambitious, color genius Jenny. You all know and love her. Thank you, Jenny, for such kind words and risking your reputation by recommending me to your readers.
And, funny story: yesterday I popped into an antique store before picking up the kids from school. I was eyeballing a charming painting for the home office when I told the shopkeeper and her friend that I’d have to think it over as I currently have 583 paintings stacked on the floor around the house. I’ll check back when I get more settled.
“Can I ask you your name?” the friend asked.
“I thought you looked familiar–you were on Little Green Notebook this week, right? I’ve been following Jenny for a long time…”
Nice to meet you, Phyllis!
And, I think this pretty much means that I am famous. Me and my Angel Soft.
So now that Jenny singlehandedly sextupled my Instagram audience, there’s no pressure, right? I’ll just continue with cat photos…
Now let’s get down to biscuit business.
The biscuit recipe from the Minimalist Baker has seriously made my 2014 so far. I’m from Texas so I don’t need to tell you that I’m a biscuit and gravy kind of girl. Girlhood mornings at my grandparents’ farm saw my grandmother baking up homemade biscuits that she served alongside fried eggs and potatoes–all doused in gravy. Now that I’m older, I like a little green with breakfast to, you know, balance it all out. Go to the Minimalist Baker to see gorgeous biscuit photos, or stay here to see mediocre photos of a delicious vegan biscuit with vegan almond gravy and veggies. I couldn’t put the camera down fast enough to eat it!
Soft and fluffy, yum, just like good biscuits should be (at least that’s what my husband insists, wink-wink).
Here you can see the nice rise on the heart-shaped biscuits I made for the kiddos on Valentine’s Day morning. I do hope you try the Minimalist Baker’s vegan biscuits.
As I prepped last week’s pan of biscuits, I got to thinking about Mrs. L and how I hadn’t seen her since Christmas. She is precious and sweet and generous and 94-years old. We were her neighbors for 6 years in the rancher we sold last summer. She makes us pound cake and biscuits as good as my grandmother. I get phonecalls from her, “Angela, I just took a pound cake out of the oven–come over and get it.” Uh, okay!
So I went to see her on Valentine’s Day. We talked about biscuits and compared our laundry chutes and I listened happily to how she did laundry in her family of 11 siblings on a farm in the 1920s and 30s–I relished every detailed and promptly came home and laid a slobbery kiss on my washer and dryer. She and her husband married in 1939. All I can say is what a treasure living history is. If there is someone in your life ripe with history and experience and gray and wrinkly–it is worth every bit of your time to soak up the wisdom, the stories, and the connection to the past.
Mrs. L built her rancher in 1954 and has been there ever since. I used to do home tours on TPH (want to return to that), and the tour of her home is one of my favorites. She laughs knowingly when I tell her moving is hard–that makes me smile.