Homemade Granny Biscuits

I find no joy in cooking in the kitchen.  Don't get me wrong I love to eat, but trying new recipes and adding fun spices is torture for me.   All that said I love watching someone Cook who is a master in the kitchen.  You know the ones that don't have to measure anything!  My first experience with this kind of Cook was my Great Granny Varnum.  My brothers and I could not wait until it was time to watch her make her famous Granny Biscuits.  She took her flour and added just enough buttermilk and oil and whipped her fingers around until a perfect round dough formed.  That was our favorite part because that is when she would pinch us each off a piece of dough.  She continued to pinch perfect biscuits with her magic fingers and when she was done she had nothing left on her hands.   As I grew my granny gave me a cooking lesson.  I tried to mimic every motion she did.  As you can imagine by the end I was covered head to toe with flour and my dough was a stick mess.  In my memory I can see Granny laugh and smile her patience smile, and remind me she had cooked biscuits everyday since she was 13 and all it takes is practice. 

As the years pasted to quickly, I had the blessing of visiting Granny in the nursing home with my own children.  Even though she did not exactly know who we were she smiled that beautiful smile. After giving Granny hugs Hutch realized that Granny's skin under her arm was very soft.  Through out the visit Hutch kept working his way around to rub Granny's under arm skin.  I tried to get him to stop, trying to explain that women don't like you to bring attention to this "excess skin" on the back of their arms.  But not Granny she smiled and hugged him and Aunt Reby had Granny raise her arm and swing her skin back and forth.

Country Girl lesson:  My precious Granny went home to be with the Lord last month.  As I sit here I would love to go back and revisit that cooking lesson again. (I am sure my husband would love that also)  I tend to struggle with finding Joy in Day to Day chores.  I get bogged down with the details of life and forget to enjoy it.  I know I don't have the joy in my eyes that Granny always did.  The older you get the more you realize how little you really know, and the more you wish you had listened To advice those older than you had given.  I have to remind myself "all it takes is practice".  Hopefully by the time I visit with my Great Great Grandkids they will think I find Joy in the simple things.

Whatever you do work at it with all your heart as working for the LORD not for men.  Since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward.  It is the Lord Christ you are serving. Colossians 3:23-24