I very nearly had a nervous breakdown at work this week. I didn’t, thankfully, but did end up crying in the bathroom stall, all the while hoping no one walked in. You know, typical Friday afternoon agency life. And then I went home and made these biscuits and ate about ten of them in one sitting. And then I felt better.
Biscuits are, I think, one of the most comforting and also most underrated baked goods. It’s just so difficult to be miserable when you have one of these in your hand, piping hot and pillowy soft, with a dab of butter melting into all the nooks and crannies.
Forget a bakery, I’ll open my own psychiatric practice. There’d be a couch for you to lie on and spill your troubles, and a table next to you with a tray full of hot biscuits and warm cookies.