Baking Soda Biscuits

Baking soda biscuits are not as good as baking powder biscuits. This is an obvious statement but it took me the hard way to find out.

As I made the biscuits I followed the directions meticulously. I got all the ingredients out and set them on the table. In my hurried state I grabbed baking soda instead of baking powder. This one mistake ruined what would have been a great breakfast for dinner.

The dough looked perfect as I flatted it out, cut it, and put it on the pan. Ten minutes later they came out. Golden brown. The aroma pierced my nose causing my mouth to water. I finished up the potatoes and eggs and set the table.

I broke a biscuit in half on my plate and drizzled it with gravy. My eyes grew with the thoughts of soon to be satisfaction. I put a bite in my mouth. Right off I could tell something tasted kind of funny. It wasn’t until the after taste that I got sick. I couldn’t even get the bite down. How is it that one tiny ingredient make such a huge difference. Everything else was right, it all looked right. The ruined biscuits went to the trash and my taste buds were left disappointed.

I have encountered many baking soda biscuits in my life. Some with a more bitter taste then others but baking soda biscuits none the less. We always have to be so careful with the ingredients in our lives. It is a delicate balance that goes into a friendship and even more so in a relationship. Watch your ingredients closely.

When your recipe goes bad remember that you can always try again. Sometimes the taste is so bitter that the thought of having to even try a new bite is more then we can handle. It is okay to take it slow and make sure that everything is done perfectly. Always keep in mind that once you get it right and you have a genuine baking powder biscuit to really appreciate it and savor it. To many times the good biscuits come far and few between.

Burn Away

Let the fire burn away, the hillsides spotted grass. While down below across the sand, the waves still break and crash. Abstract Shadows on the PCH,smoke plumes rising high. But the ocean's still crystal blue, ruled by the tide. Houses burned to ruble, black scars upon the seams. Of the endless fabric patterns, made up of California dreams. Let it burn away the memories, good ones and the bad. Let the smoke suffocate, the Love that I once had.

Let it burn away.

Dreams

Hold to your dreams,tie them down.Keep the gravitated,wrapped around your arm.
Don't let the strings intertwine.Let them sway left,through the currents in your mind.
Pulled right by ideals of life, reality and achievements blue sky. Up to the heavens your black balloon's will fly. As each year passes one less dream you'll know. Only one string left in your hand. Stained from life's rain and wind. You shake then let it go. Life is much simpler, without the pressure on your soul.