3/5/10

ad hoc biscuits & ad hoc cookbook giveaway



Really, Krysta? Another Ad Hoc Recipe? My God woman, enough is enough.

I can't even begin to explain how flipping mind blowingly awesomely good this book is. (yes, spell checker I do know that half of that sentence was grammatically incorrect and not even actual words. give it a rest) So instead of of even trying, I am giving away a copy of ad hoc at home but slow your roll turbo, we gotta have a talk about these biscuits first.

Let's get stereotypical for a second, shall we?

Every book I have ever read written by a Southern female writer seems at some point, normally when the heroine needs some sort of introspection about why her mama is crazy, her husband is crazy, her children are crazy, hell why is her whole damn family is crazy? (maybe could it be HER? I am just making an observation here.)

So... while this lady is meditating about all the crazy in her life, she always takes out a bowl, handed down from generations of women in her family and she proceeds to make biscuits from rote memory that she learned at her Nana's knee.

During the time she's making biscuits, our heroine has some sort of flashback. That flashback will be the turning point of the novel. It normally includes either a.) a ghostly visit from an long dead ancestor with advice that was given but forgot. or b.) see example a.

See how the biscuits are a metaphorical journey, biscuits that can change your life... maybe what Oprah calls an AH-HA moment.

These are those biscuits... without the crazy (unless you include this post) or without the dead relatives coming to scare the living bejeezus out of you and giving you advice you really didn't want to hear in the first place.



ad hoc biscuits: ad hoc at home

2 cups cake flour
2 cups all purpose flour
1 tablespoon plus 1 teaspoon of salt*
1 tablespoon baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
2 sticks unsalted butter*
1 1/2 cups buttermilk, plus 1-2 tablespoons for brushing
2-3 tablespoons of unsalted butter, melted

Preheat oven to 425.

Line a baking sheet with parchment paper. Combine the flours, salt, baking powder, and baking soda in a bowl of a food processor and pulse a few time to blend. Add chilled butter and pulse several times, until pieces of butter are no bigger than small peas. (I did my by hand, instead of a food processor) do not over process; the dough should not come together.

Transfer the dough to a large bowl and make a well in the center of the flour mixture. Pour in buttermilk. Stir and and lift the mixture with a sturdy spoon, gently working the flour into the buttermilk. The dough should begin to come together but not form a solid mass, or the biscuits may be tough. Dust a work surface with flour and turn out the dough. Pat the dough into a 3/4 inch thick rectangle. Using a 2 1/2 inch round cutter, cut out biscuits. (If cutter sticks to the dough, dip the cutter in flour before cutting. Nancy and I started with a cutter than figured out it was a lot easier to use a drinking glass in this instance.)

Place the biscuits on the baking sheet. The dough trimmings can be gently pushed together, patted out, and cut one more time; do not over work the dough. Brush tops of biscuits lightly with buttermilk. Bake for 15-18 minutes, rotating the pan halfway through baking, until a rich golden brown. As soon as you remove the biscuits from the oven, brush with melted butter.

*note: if you only have salted butter like I did the first time I made these, you might want to cut back a little on the tablespoon plus teaspoon of salt. maybe by a 1/4 teaspoon or so.



Tasting Notes: Fluffy, soft, flavorful. Make yourself some.

Giveaway Rules: What does the heroine do next? Does she figure out she's crazy or just everyone in her family BUT her? Does she die of fright because of that stupid ancestor? Or do you just really want this cookbook? Let me know. You can leave as many comments as you want. Contest ends March 8th at 11:59 pm. A winner will be picked by that random number generator thingiemabob and announced on Tuesday March 9th.





37 comments:

misplacedanna said...

The heroine will take the biscuits out of the oven, smother them in sour cream, and call her crazy husband and crazy kids to breakfast. I'm from the South and in the South food is a cure for crazy.

Thanks for sharing this yummy recipe!

BBro said...

She will take the biscuits out of the oven, then realize everyone is crazy. Does it matter? No, she's about to have a sausage biscuit and she's not telling anyone that breakfast is ready. She wants to keep it to herself. :)

SaintTigerlily said...

She will leave the biscuits for someone else to make and go read some Flannery O'Connor?

See, but the only problem there is we don't get fresh biscuits...

Since I already HAVE Ad Hoc, as a lovely giftie from you, no less, I don't need to be included in the thingamabob. I just wanted to add to the story. And seriously, if you ever want to read about a drastically different Southern woman, Flannery is your gal.

Murphy Dwyer said...

I just really want this cookbook! And those biscuits look ridonkulous. yay for made up superfluous adjectives.

Rebecca said...

I think the rest of America adopts the rich and storied Southern history of embracing the crazy. It is quite liberating, after all, to know that each one in turn can take refuge in the vapors and wild hairs...

She ate her biscuits and went crazy.

Laufa said...

MMMM biscuits and then you tempted us even more with the berries and cream. Now I need to make biscuits.

Liam O'Malley said...

Well, I really just want the cookbook, but I'm pretty sure the heroine's next step would be to take the biscuits out of the oven, and serve them up to everyone in her crazy family with a entrée of chicken fried rat poison - so the ghostly ancestor can finally have their revenge and the young maid can run off into the sunset with the charmingly sexy, yet horribly undereducated, farmhand named Jackson Rhett Nathaniel Rutherford Lee, III - or, Sonny for short.

Truth be told, I don't really read a lot of southern romance novels.

Anonymous said...

I am not a fan of romance novels but I am a fan of Thomas Keller and
and midecentury housewife kitsch, so...

I'm going to say that she'll take a page from a bored 1950's housewife and pour a glass of wine, pop whatever pill the doctor gave her, let the biscuits burn and lock herself in the bathroom until the damn ghost goes away.

MFalk said...

She eats biscuits and everything turns out okay.

Jena Lockwood said...

i think she eats all the biscuits and then runs down the country lane barefoot and gets swept away by some handsome traveling man...

Mayberry Magpie said...

I want the damn cookbook but what I really want are the biscuits. I guess if you won't mail me the biscuits you'll have to enter me for the cookbook drawing.

By the way, in my house of crazy, she eats every freaking biscuit herself, using an entire stick of butter, and does not share with her hungry and forlorn family because, you know, they really pissed her off this week and they don't deserve any.

PS New best post ever. Just sayin'

Shannon said...

I would mostly just like this cookbook.

Also, with all the craziness going on I think our girl deserves a drink. Mimosa maybe.

Cali said...

really?!? where the hell are all these people from??

dude! seriously! *sigh* this is a no brainer...

the heroine makes sausage or red eye gravy and calls her hungry brood to the table. then realizes that all of her crazy comes from her mama, because no one ever blames daddy...

i wasn't raised her, i only live her and even I know that!

this is a great post! i just love the idea of finishing a story :)

JennyMac said...

She takes a bite of one of the biscuits and realizes that her family is on huge ungrateful brood and packs up the biscuits, her best dresses, hitches up the horse on the wagon and drives over to the next state where she moves in a new home, and opens a bakery. The hot eligible farm boy falls madly in love with her cooking and ask if she needs help with the dishes!

This recipe looks GOOD. I want this cookbook!

Mrs. L said...

What does the heroine do next? It's a romance novel, she has sex with the ghost! Oh come on, that's all they do in those romance novels!

Nicole said...

Ummm... I just want the book :)

Me! said...

She takes the biscuits out and sends them to me? That or she sits there with some softened butter and jam and eats them all and forgets about all that craziness.

I am so tempted to comment 800 times because this is such an awesome giveaway but I know that's creepy so I won't.

The Manintvelds said...

I'm just jonesing for the cookbook .. let the heroine do whatever she wants, she's entitled

Pam said...

The heroine slathers on some homemade apple butter on those biscuits and thinks it's good to be crazy.

tamilyn said...

She will take the biscuits outside, sit under a large Southern type tree (sorry, all I can think of right now is either a Blue Spruce or Maple right now), on her picnic cloth, smother the biscuits with jam and butter and drink a gallon of Long Island Ice tea disguised as sweet tea and let the ghost clean the house and fix dinner for the ungratefuls.

Or she stops taking the LSD, I'm just saying...

I'm thinking I need to take these bad boys out under a tree, however ours are still buried under drift of snow. Maybe I will just stay and eat them at the table

mommyk said...

She makes herself a mint julep and sits on the porch while her kids devour the biscuits and destroy the house.

EAT! said...

I've got all the ingredients on hand. Time to get baking.

CatherineMarie said...

well, since I am listening to the opera, I'm changing it up a bit. She and the ghost start singing a duet about all the crazy in the family, and then she realises the ghost is the source of the crazy.

She calls in a medium and has the ghost exorcised, and then goes and eats all the biscuits.

:)

misplacedanna said...

Oh, how I would love that book!

Cheryl said...

I am willing to give my left pinkie toe for the book. Is the heroine willing to do that to get her hands on the book? I think not!

Beth P said...

the heroine gasps as her newly-baked biscuits are devoured by the crazies around her!

Kathy said...

I just really want the cookbook! Thanks sincerely,
Smitty

Melissa said...

I don't need to be talking any deep realizations today. No. But I do want the cookbook!

(And again, trust me, I did something wrong - I need to make these a second time!)

Kristin said...

I think a chef's knife might come into the story soon...that or an alcoholic beverage.

The book sounds great!

Jess "Klutzy Chef" said...

She packs up the biscuits and the car and drives off...for a weekend away (let's not go thelma and louise here). Somewhere without a cell phone, kids, or an agenda but most importantly without drama.

Suzy Q said...

I'd love this cookbook!

As far as our heroine...as she is whipping up those biscuits she remembers her grandmother telling her never to trust her no-good, dirty rotten scoundrel of a boyfriend. Whom she since married. So she packs up her biscuits in a picnic basket and heads off into the sunset thinking to herself, "Tomorrow is another day."

Kristin @ Going Country said...

My southern mama made biscuits with Bisquick. WHAT?

Mine are way better than hers. Don't tell.

Sarah said...

Please pick me!!!!

Joanne said...

Our herione knows that all Southern women are expected to have a little crazy in their history... and accepts this as "normal".
Fantastic photos.... I'm drooling!

Lisa S. said...

Biscuits out of oven, she grabs the butter and dives under the table. The heroine eats the hot biscuits w/ cold butter, crawls out from under the table and gets on w/ her life.

Kirstin said...

If she's making biscuits, you know it's a happy ending!
She eats the biscuits with homemade preserves and forgets that there was ever anything else besides their flaky goodness. The End.

Lisa@The Cutting Edge of Ordinary said...

How did I not enter? I want this book, I'm entering, a little late, but here.