One of the most powerful—and protective—tools humans possess
is their ability to smell.
That sickly-sweet
odor that warns you not to eat decomposing meat? The musky warm scent that
inspires you to nibble your husband's neck resulting in, less than a year
later, the delicate milky-baby scent that compels you to nurture your newborn? Wood
smoke that alerts to a forest fire, or draws people round a campfire for
'Smores, and social bonding? Pleasure, pain, fear, desire—emotions and actions,
incited by certain odors. Memories and instinct conjured through smell.
Baking Powder Biscuits fresh
from the oven take me back to the toasty-warm kitchen of first my Grandma Mac,
and then Aunt Shirley's, ranch house. I see them bending to pull the scorched pans
from the old wood stove, the steam rising from the biscuit as it's pulled apart,
butter pooling in the fluffy white centers. I see woolen mitts and socks hung
on a line on the wall behind the wood stove to dry, and my uncle at the kitchen
table tucked in his favorite corner of the black vinyl-covered bench seat next
to the huge picture window, where he could use his binoculars to keep an eye on
expectant cows.
Cinnamon and spice, on
the other hand, transport me to the kitchen in my childhood home with its
yellow appliances, and my mom, apron around her waist, sliding Jumbo Raisin
Cookies on to cooling racks, her long black hair tied back in a ponytail with
one of the thick fluffy colorful lengths of yarn sold for that purpose. I feel
the wooden spoon in my hands and taste the raw batter, hear my brother begging,
"Me, too!" And when it's cold outside, or I feel alone or lonely
inside, I pull out my Kitchen-Aid mixer, flour, butter, and sugar, and revive
those memories in my kitchen, revive that sense of warmth, security, happiness…love.
I create the scents, and with them the people, the memories, because without
them, where would I be?
Deborah
Nothing reaches the intellect before making its
appearance in the senses. ~Latin proverb
Mom's Jumbo Raisin Cookies (Thanks, Mom!)
2c. raisins
1c. boiling water
4c. flour
1 tsp. baking powder
1 tsp. salt
1 ½ tsp cinnamon
¼ tsp. each of nutmeg and
allspice
1 tsp. baking soda
1c. shortening
2c. sugar
3 eggs (one at a time)
1 tsp. vanilla
1 c. nuts (optional)
Boil raisins until soft
and fluffy. Cool. Sift all dry ingredients together except sugar. Cream
shortening. Add sugar bit by bit. Add eggs one at time stirring between. Add
dry ingredients in increments mixing between. Add raisins. Add vanilla.
Drop by spoonful on to
baking sheet. Bake 9-10 mins at 350F (175C)
Makes 6-7 doz.
My beautiful mother.
Photo copyright 2015 Deborah Anderson
Ranch
House Baking Powder Biscuits
2
c. flour, sifted
3
Tbsp. sugar
5
tsp. baking powder
1
tsp. cream of tartar
1
tsp. salt
¼
c. cold shortening
1
c. milk
Combine
dry ingredients. Cut in shortening until it forms pea-sized lumps. Add milk.
Stir, lightly but quickly until soft dough forms. Do not over stir or biscuits
will be more dense than fluffy. Roll to ½ to 1" thickness. Cut to portion
size and shape preference.
My
aunty often floured the open end of a clean drinking glass to cut circular
biscuits. Or a floured bread knife can be used to cut a grid pattern in dough
for square or rectangular biscuits. Cookie cutters work too! Be as creative or
simple as suits.
Bake
10-12 mins in 450F (230C) oven, or until tops are golden and biscuits risen.
Enjoy
with butter, or margarine, honey or PB&J. Or just J. I especially love them
dripping with butter alongside homemade stew.
Grandma
at her 95th birthday celebration.
Photo copyright Deborah Anderson, 2010
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