Cheddar Scallion Biscuits

Straightforward Comfort For Political Apocalypse

I don’t have much to contribute to the current political conversation. It’s been more than a week and I’ve done nothing more than slowly delete every newsfeed from my orbit. I’m too sad, too angry and definitely too pregnant to fully process it all right now. My heart hurts, especially for women and all we’ve lost. And all we’ll continue to lose. But a woman I still am. And so, I keep going (as we do) in an effort to bring comfort and safety to my little corner of the world.

Which brings me to biscuits. Buttery, happy biscuits that know nothing of politics but are experts in the realm of brunchy Sundays, pillowy goodness and mid-afternoon naps.

Basically a riff on the buttermilk biscuits my maternal Grandfather used to make, Papa was a man neither tender nor affectionate. And yet, when he’d visit, his love language was flaky biscuits, a relic from his own childhood, that required both a gentle touch and oozed pure comfort.