Sometimes relationships that have been a seminal part of ones life for a very long time must come to an end. It’s seldom planned and never easy. But now, it’s time for me to say goodbye to Bisquick. We go back a long way. When my kids lived with me I made biscuits and gravy with sausage and bacon most Saturday mornings and Bisquick was always there to help me “pull it off”. Now that the kid’s have moved away to their own homes and families, they request biscuits and gravy when they come to my house for a visit. Bisquick doesn’t just make a sticky paste that sticks your fingers together; it makes a sticky paste that sticks your family together. I’ll always have these memories but now, after most of 40 years, it’s over. I’ve discovered biscuits from scratch.
“Cutting in the butter” is pleasure that Bisquick never allowed me. I didn’t know I could sift. The Bisquick box never told me that. And, sorry Bisquick, they are just better. So, goodbye old friend, I know you will find another cupboard that doesn’t know about “made from scratch”
Alright what time is breakfast on Saturday?
ReplyDeleteThis almost made me cry... not because of the sentiment, just because it reminded me that you made biscuits and gravy for Amanda and not me.
ReplyDeleteBisquick will always have a home in my cupboard -- its just too easy.
I love you Dad!
Life lesson - you can't ever have all three - fast, good, and cheap. You can have 2 of the three but never all three. That's why they taste better than bisquick. They aren't as fast!
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