For a little treat to compliment our dinner we whipped up a batch of buttermilk biscuits. These buttermilk biscuits were filled with shredded five year aged cheddar, sliced scallions, garlic, chopped cilantro, and chipotle in adobo puree for a little kick.

T: These biscuits were super tasty. I don’t give them an A+ on texture, but that wouldn’t stop me from eating 15 of them in a session.
A: what about the texture didn’t you like?
T: I guess they had a certain level of chewiness that seemed a little out of the ordinary. It was nothing severe by any means. Do you know the chewiness that I’m talking about?
A: uh… not really.. i think it’s in your heeeeead… in your heeeeeeeeeaad, zombie zombie, zombie ie ie ie-
T: ok ok, somehow that song made it onto a playlist that I had in my car for like 3 years… please don’t remind me.
A: oh oh oh eee ay aaaay ay
T: you yodel well in the text form. impressive.
A: thanks! it’s been my secret hobby for like… the last five minutes!
T: you’re a natural! ok, so, what do you have to say about these cheesy biscuits?
A: i agree with you on their taste. they had a great flavor, nice salt levels, cheesy, garlicy, with a chipotley smokey hint. My texture was a bit off. I actually think i know why. first off, i can’t freaking find White Lilly. these california bastards are trying to keep me from making a perfectly fluffy buttermilk biscuit. (white lily has a lower protein level than regular all purpose flour but a higher protein level than cake flours.) secondly, i said f*ck it to incorporating the butter with a fork or pastry blender (i don’t have a pastry blender) and i did it by hand. thus the butter melted more and the flour got over worked and the biscuits came out slightly tougher. oh well! still tasted good!
T: that sounds like a problem I ran into when I was like 15 and was making box brownie mix. It said to stir 60 times, and I said, “I can do better than 60.” So I stirred for like 15 minutes. They came out kinda chewy. Then my mom enlightened me that 60 meant 60. Who would have guessed.
A: hehehe apparently not teen-aged tyler! that’s too funny. for a minute there i thought you were playing with me.
T: no, true story. Another one of the beautiful failures of my teenage years.
A: aw.. i’m sure that’s the only beautiful failure of your teen-aged years… the rest of them were certainly ugly so… refocusing! what do you rate these here slightly over-worked tasty morsels of baked dough?
T: I like to think positively… all of my failures are beautiful. I don’t know, I don’t feel like I can give the biscuits higher than a 4/5. Taste-wise they were great, but I’m waiting for the next batch. 4/5.
A: i’m actually going to vary from you slightly. i give this particular batch of biscuits a 4.25/5. i ate one the next day and it was actually less tough than it was the first day, and still delightfully tasty… these weren’t the best biscuits i’ve ever made, but by far not the worst!
T: that’s true. We’ll never forget that batch you made a couple of years ago that we kicked around on the ground because we couldn’t bite into them…. we couldn’t even feed them to the ducks.
A: heheh seriously. those have to be my worst culinary failure to date! i still get a good laugh thinking about them though.
T: Heheh, yeah. Those were great. They’re probably still in tact, buried in a landfill, unsuitable even for microorganisms.
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