I remember one time when my dad came to visit me. I was a single working girl at that time. I made him breakfast one morning – biscuits and gravy. As we sat down and he took his first bite, he commented – “Mmmm. These are just like your mother’s biscuits.” A rather obvious statement I thought. Where did he think I learned to make them?
My recipes and cooking techniques come from of course my mother – Maggie’s granddaugther. Like Maggie, she rarely measures anything. So, like mother like daughter. I am the same way. I list my recipes here. Many of the measurements are estimates of what I typcially toss in, so if you try one feel free to adjust for yourself.