Holidays are around the corner and I have one thing on my mind: Christmas morning biscuits, a tradition in my home. My grandmother, Dancy, makes the best homemade biscuits you could ever put in your mouth. The are small, flaky and filled with Southern love. Though the holidays have put me in a biscuit mood, it has been boosted by Aunt Bette when she said something memorable to me the other day. We were enjoying breakfast and I said something snitty. Immediately I got "the look" and she said, jokingly, "I'm going to whip your ass…..after I eat my biscuit." Now there is some serious love going on there, for the biscuit and for me.
I realize how grateful I should be to have someone like her to chastize me when I do wrong and share breakfast with me. God seems to place a bit of love everywhere and it is so much more special when you see that love. Enjoy those biscuits, and share some love!
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