| Amount of texts to »biscuit« | 40, and there are 40 texts (100.00%) with a rating above the adjusted level (-3) |
| Average lenght of texts | 108 Characters |
| Average Rating | 2.650 points, 11 Not rated texts |
| First text | on Apr 11th 2000, 17:05:32 wrote julianne about biscuit |
| Latest text | on Apr 13th 2010, 17:01:01 wrote postrophea about biscuit |
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(overall: 11) |
on Oct 29th 2007, 05:37:04 wrote
on May 1st 2007, 16:27:17 wrote
on Mar 30th 2003, 01:08:09 wrote |
When people asked what I wanted to be when I grew up. I'd answer, I want to be a biscuit. Knobby brown crust, hot and soft inside. Snuggling up against the other biscuits, always ready for butter or jam. Split me in half and watch the steam rise. So far it's been the perfect career choice.
Aunt Lucy would bake biscuits every Saturday morning. Every Saturday afternoon, we would go and visit this elderly woman and I would sneak into the kitchen for the best biscuits ever baked in North Carolina.
When Tori Amos asked,
Do you know Carolina
Where the biscuits are soft and sweet?
I had to answer, Why yes. Do you?
Bette floured the table and rolled out the dough. She picked up the cut-glass jelly glass that had been her grandmother's and carefully pressed it into the dough to cut the first biscuit.
Mm-mmm! Biscuits an' white gravy! Serves the American South in place of a state religion.
Depends on what you call a biscuit. A hard one with cornflakes – no a biscuit not a cookie. Or a soft one with cream and jam? That is a scone not a biscuit.
If that doesn't take the biscuit...A chocolate one, I trust.
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