I visited a close friend who is recovering from surgery - 4 discs in her neck. I cooked her a home made peach pie and a dozen of those GRAND buttermilk biscuits in the plastic bag you find in frozen sector at grocery store. I was mowing the lawn while the pie was cooking ... became skerred that I would burn the pie so I paused the mowing, went inside and turrned the stove on much lower. (bad move) Ended up cooking the pie 45 minutes longer because I thought it was not done. When I was at her house preparing bowls of hot pie for us, I had to get a knife to cut the dumplings out. I couldn't eat more than 2 bites - too tough to chew. She ate all of hers and just bragged on it. I had to smile to myself because I knew she was lying - being nice because she knows I am not much of a cook. Plus, if I did not eat mine - there is your sign. That chit was like chewing on peach freaking flavored saddle leather - no exaggeration.
The biscuits were perfect.
