IT WAS A DARK AND NOT-SO-STORMY NIGHT
Couldn't sleep last night, so just before midnight I decided to get up and bake a batch of buttermilk biscuits before the buttermilk goes bad. I was up to my elbows in sticky dough, the beeper indicated the oven was at 400 degrees, when I heard a kind of rustling noise behind me. I turned to look.... Sign in to see full entry.