In March I made
blackberry jam. I recently sent some to my BFF, Beverly. She served it (beautifully I might add) for breakfast recently and she sent me some pictures.
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I worry she bought these biscuits? Any truth to that rumor, Beverly?
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But doesn't she set a lovely table. Such a Southern girl.
Store bought biscuits? Never. These biscuits are homemade by my husband who learned the craft from his beloved Mississippi grandmother. You visit us, he'll bake a batch for you and I'll photograph the event. Don't forget the jam!
ReplyDeleteDo forgive me. Still, I was pretty sure YOU didn't bake them! Love those Southern Grandmothers.
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