Biscuits.
I lived 29 years without biscuits. I have no idea how I made it.
Fortunately, two dear friends of our family saved me from a biscuit-less life when Nico was two, when we stayed at their house for a few weeks in August. Between back-breaking days helping them clear their wild blueberry patch, weed the garden, finish the porch and re-roof the trailer, Carol (a.k.a. “Woods Nana”) ceremoniously plopped Nico into the old metal highchair, strapped on the apron and proceeded to induct him into the world of Woods Nana’s Biscuits. Below, a taste of summer in the backwoods of Brighton, Maine: Baking, eating, fetching water and picking berries.
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Wow! What a lovely place. My mouth watered when you mentioned the wild berries.