Biscuit: (n) a small, typically round cake of bread leavened with yeast
Even though lying to oneself seems to be an egregious error, at certain moments in the journey, it can be as comforting as a swallow of chipped ice on a hot day.
For years and years, I insisted that I did not like biscuits. Matter of fact, I was even guilty of planting the notion that bread was distasteful to my “buds.”
But anyone who followed me around or who was acquainted with my eating habits, would find that I was either the biggest, fattest liar who ever lived, or the weakest, dumbest avoider of temptation.
Especially if someone brought biscuits to the table accompanied by sausage gravy, I would “break down” and have one–which soon was edited, in my mind, to be “one plateful.”
Biscuits are good when they’re hot, very similar to coffee…and women.
When they sit too long, they congeal or get hardened (once again, paralleling the afore-mentioned).
- I know they are high in calories.
- I know they’re filled with carbs.
But when they arrive at the table hot, it is very difficult to resist them (once again, quite apropos to coffee and women).