Blue Cheese & Scallion Drop Biscuits
These are everything a good drop biscuit should be; super speedy to make (one bowl!), with a golden craggy crust and soft interior.
2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
2 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
2 teaspoons sugar
3/4 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon salt
6 tablespoons (3/4 stick or 3 ounces) cold unsalted butter, cut into 1/2-inch cubes
1 1/2 cups crumbled blue cheese
4 scallions, finely chopped
1 cup well-shaken buttermilk
Preheat oven to 450°F. Whisk together flour, baking powder, sugar, baking soda, and salt in a bowl, then blend in butter with your fingertips until mixture resembles coarse meal. Stir in blue cheese and scallions. Add buttermilk and stir until just combined.
Drop dough in 12 equal mounds about 2 inches apart onto a buttered large baking sheet, or one lined with parchment paper. Bake in middle of oven until golden, 16 to 20 minutes.
Lots and lots of stank-ass blue cheese.
Ready for the oven.
Ready, steady, GO!
That’s what I’m talkin’ about.
You got to get a little pig to the table now, don’t you?
Yes, you do.
Family breakfast on a rainy Saturday morning.
So, you know, a rainy Saturday. Everybody kind of bleary eyed and wandering around, the baby getting passed from one set of hands to another, the dog padding softly under foot, couple of cups of coffee already downed, and I got it bad, man. I want to mess up some fucking food! I saw these drop biscuits on SmittenKitchen and I knew I had a big old hunk of blue cheese in the back of the fridge, and I just had to try them. My first shot at biscuits.
They were super easy and they filled the whole house with the bitter ammonia tang of the blue cheese and the warm yeastiness of the baking dough so it like to drive you mad. Add a bunch of bacon, some roasted potatoes, and a platter full of scrambled eggs, and you have heaven on a plate.
It’s super cheesy, but as everyone gathered around the table and mounded good food onto their plates and there was all this soft talking, and the clink of sliverwear against the plates, and the drinking of hot, dark coffee, I was filled, and I mean filled with the sweetest feeling of love and warmth for all of us and the simple joy of sharing a meal together. My wife and daughter, her boyfriend, little Kaleb, the damn bulldog, all of us just hanging out and chowing down, laughing, chatting, an old grandpa just crying into his eggs.
It were good enough for me.
Proof that dishwashing = love.