Yankee Biscuits

This morning I fed Evelyn and got Christy and Evelyn out the door. Then I went to Chick-Fil-A for a chicken biscuit (I have a strong weakness for them).

I have avoided CFA in Washington, which is in the mall across from my office, choosing instead to have a cup of coffee from Panera. I finally broke down one day last week. I was starving, though I’m usually not a breakfast eater.

I shivered across the street (I forgot my overcoat last week) and got a biscuit and then a cup of coffee from Panera. Though in Virginia, I was in Northern Virginia, and clearly the dearth of Yankee biscuit making knowledge had taken over Georgia based Chick-Fil-A. Good Lord, people! You need buttermilk. I don’t know what that stuff was, but a biscuit it surely was not.

The coffee was good, though.

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  • I still can’t believe you even consider Chick-Fil-A biscuits in Georgia to be real biscuits. Evelyn will learn just like her Mama did — that to catch a man, all you have to do is learn to make biscuits, bait the man trap with them, and sit back until you catch yourself a keeper. It worked on her Daddy, and someday she’ll do the same to some lucky man.

  • Funny, as I remember it, you had called for a boycott of Chick-Fil-A not too long ago….fallen off the wagon have we?

    Not that I can blame you. If I could find a woman who wears Chick-Fil-A Biscuit Perfume, I might just marry the girl…