Biscuits (along with pie crusts, cinnamon rolls, and soufflés) intimidate me. I don't even own a rolling pin, which is usually my excuse for ignoring these kinds of recipes.
But, it has become increasingly apparent to me that I need to endure this biscuit-making labor of love -- for myself because I was dreaming about their flaky beauty, and for my friends throwing another dinner party, because my contribution of caramel salted brownies is getting a bit monotonous (although I still brought them, too).
A few days ago Erin posted a recipe for biscuits, and I have been thinking about them ever since. (In fact, I was up at 4 am yesterday morning thinking about them.) I followed her instructions carefully and methodically -- using a wine bottle as a rolling pin, a mason jar as a biscuit cutter, adding sharp cheddar to the dough and sprinkling more, along with some coarse sea salt, on top.
The first bite of a homemade biscuit fresh out of the oven makes every second of labor worth it. End of story.