I started out well. I managed to get the ingredients into the bowl, stirred, and turned out onto a floured surface to roll out the dough and cut out the biscuits. No sweat, things are going well. The oven is preheating, the pan greased and ready. I put my beautiful little circles of dough in the pan, pop it into the oven, and set the timer. Twelve minutes later I had this:
Yes, I had something usually only created by Elly Mae Clampett. I considered using them for drink coasters, then thought it wouldn't be too bad if I covered them in butter and honey. Wrong. There's not enough sticky sweet honey in the world to make them palatable. I think I'll take them to the lake and use them as skipping stones, but with my luck I'll injure wildlife.
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