Cheese Biscuits

I heard this song on the radio the other day. It had been so long since it graced my ears. I was quite pleased to hear it again. It made me think of my daughter (as if I ever stop). Even though it's a love song about a wayward girlfriend, it's still relevant 'cause no matter what, I still love her and I still worry about her.

Nothing In This World by The Kinks

Which leads me to the oh so soothing and comfortable cheese biscuit. Stressful day? Have another biscuit. I adapted this recipe from something I came across online years ago. I made these a part of the menu at Food and Thought when I worked there. I've been stopped on the street in Florida by people wanting to rave about these cheese biscuits. For real.

These are a super quick and easy drop biscuits. There is no rolling out dough and cutting little rounds. All you have to do is mix the ingredients (barely) and drop batter by the spoonful on a baking sheet and cook 'em. Yay simplicity! I appreciate all things simple, especially these days.

Cheese Biscuits

2 C all purpose unbleached white flour
3 tsp baking powder
1 tsp salt
1/2 tsp garlic
1/4 tsp dry mustard (optional)
1/4 tsp ground cayenne pepper
2 T palm shortening
1 C whole milk
1 C shredded cheese (I use cheddar)
1/2 C unsalted butter (melted), reserve 2 T

Preheat oven to 450 degrees

In a medium to large size bowl, combine flour, baking powder, and seasonings. Add the shortening and stir to break it up until it has lumps about the size of peas (you can use your fingers). Add milk, cheese, and all but 2 T of the melted butter. Stir until just combined. Do not over mix as it will make for tough biscuits.

Drop by the spoonful onto a baking pan. How big of a spoon? I measure about 2 T per biscuit, plop 'em down, and push on them a little to shape them how I want. Brush the tops of the biscuits with the reserved 2 T of melted butter.

Bake at 450 degrees for about 11 minutes.

They are done when they're golden brown on top.

These go great with meatloaf, soup, roast beef...I could keep going here but you get my point.

Enjoy!

Maple Roasted Sweet Potatoes

I have an excruciating headache that started yesterday and has managed to hold tight despite water, acupuncture pins, massage, hot shower, rest, and as a last resort, ibprofen. However, I love this song so much I still have the volume turned up. It's one of those tunes that gives me chills. I heard it the other day on kexp of course.

Dancer by Fairchild

Maybe you'll like it too. And maybe...just maybe, you'll like this sweet potato recipe as well. I got it from a friend and adapted it to my taste. Feel free to do the same. But just so ya know, I've never had any complaints and people are always happy to take any leftovers home, so you might want to try my version first before you go altering the ego.

Maple Roasted Sweet Potatoes

3 large sweet potatoes, peeled and cut into 1-inch cubes
1/4 C pure maple syrup, divided
1/4 C extra-virgin olive oil, divided
1 tsp kosher salt
1/4 tsp black pepper
2 large shallots, peeled and thinly sliced
2 T balsamic vinegar

Preheat oven to 400 degrees F

In a large bowl add sweet potatoes, 2 T of the maple syrup, 2 T of the olive oil, 1 tsp salt, and 1/4 tsp black pepper. Mix to evenly coat the potatoes and arrange in a single layer on a sheet tray. Roast until caramelized, golden brown and soft. This will take 20-30 min. Be sure to check them after 15 min and stir.

Meanwhile, in a large skillet over medium-low heat, add the remaining 2 T of olive oil and the sliced shallots and saute until they start to caramelize. This will take about 5 min. Add the remaining 2 T maple syrup and balsamic vinegar. Lower heat and cook until golden brown and caramelized, about 5 more min. Add water, 1 T at a time if the pan becomes dry. It should be a sticky sauce to mix with the potatoes.

Once the sweet potatoes are done roasting, add them to the caramelized shallots. Salt and pepper to taste (I don't ever add more) and transfer to a serving dish.

It's a pretty amazing concoction if I say so myself. And I do. I admit when I don't like something I've made, and I brag when I love it. It's official. I'm bragging.