January 31st 2008
Lazy Thursday cooking
Tonight hunger came to me during a break in shoveling. I figured I’d keep the theme of the night going by shoveling somewhat fluffy white things into my mouth, and so I made fauxscuits. These bear as much resemblance to real biscuits as Domino’s does to real pizza. That is, they’re more a delivery vehicle for toppings than a part of a cohesive taste experience. I imagine that they have more than a bit in common with Saltines.
The only dilemma facing me was the choice of toppings. Did I want to add some oregano to the mix and then dip them in warm marinara sauce? No. That would be too much like spaghetti. Did I want to make my sausage-less sausage gravy (really just a roux with loads of nutmeg and black pepper)? Not really, that’s a bit too labor intensive for how I’m feeling tonight. Fauxscuits aren’t good enough to pair with either of the two Trader Joe’s boxes of soup (carrot/ginger and butternut squash) I have, so that option was Right Out.
At this point, I was getting somewhat alarmed, as I really don’t have all that much food to make right now, and I’d rather not order out for pizza. Again. Then I spied the jar of peanut butter that was mysteriously absent last night, which triggered the thought that *horror* I was out of bread. Lately I’ve been giving into the urge to eat peanut butter and pumpkin butter sandwiches, so with the realization that I had two of the ingredients and was planning to make a marginally reasonable facsimile of the third, “Game On” was cried.
Fauxscuits were prepped, popped into a heated oven, patted down with pumpkin butter in the process of baking, and then treated to a little plop of peanut butter. Mmmm. Delicious.
(for the curious, fauxscuits consist of flour, milk, baking powder and salt, all combined in a ratio that looks and acts like a functional dough. I think the last time I measured for them was the first time I made them, so there’s no way you’re going to be able to pry out actual ratios for them. The ingredients are listed in descending order, though.)
