Grandma's biscuits

For only $1, I purchased a distant memory.
I can close my eyes now and remember laying curled up in an old quilt. The sizzle of Papa's sausage in a skillet and the warm toasted scent of Grandma's biscuits would rise up the stairs and tell me to get out of bed. Most mornings I wouldn't be as lazy and I could get downstairs early enough to watch grandma make the biscuits. Flour all over the cutting board, rolling pin stretched out alongside, and the sight of grandma's hands twisting that old tin cutter back and forth across the dough, layering them across the high sided baking pan.

It took me all of 2.3 seconds to decide to buy that cutter yesterday. It took me that much longer to convince Momma to show me how to make grandma's biscuits...

YUM.
There's really no secret recipe.
But there was something about grandma's hands making them that made all the difference. Some people prefer the buttermilk recipe, but I didn't go that route. And if that's the case for you- just omit the baking soda if you do.