A clean kitchen.
An extra tablespoon of further chilled, unsalted butter,
An extra splash of buttermilk.
No eggs required.
Unbleached, fine flour.
Working to perfect the finicky.
A smaller cutter,
A quarter inch thicker batter to cut.
Perfecting.
Over and over
Incremental changes.
Convection
10 dollars yields 48 rounds.
I am in love.
A habit.
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WrittenCasey 
Sounds yummy!
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More so and more than the previous day, every day. Xo
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Well, there’s your tag-line right there! xo
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Ha. Any southern gal who wants to master baking is ethically obliged to begin with buttermilk biscuits from scratch. They are the fussiest of bitches, even more than my primrose flowers. Neither will rise without obsessive doting. Is good to half ‘n’obby innit!
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…it kinda goes without saying, but
‘buttermilk biscuits from scratch’ remains one of my favourite albums.
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How true! Everyone should half ‘n’obby. Funny! :)x
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