Making biscuits, on the other hand, is a hoax which was uncovered at our last family reunion. It all began early on Saturday morning when I sent a couple of sweet potato biscuits, commonly called "tater biscuits," with sausage in them for my brother and his wife, Jenny, to sample. Much to my surprise, one of his grandchildren showed up about thirty minutes later with two biscuits sent to me by my brother who, no doubt, was feeding his chillun’ and grandchillun’ their breakfast. It was a nice gesture on his part, however after one bite, I became suspicious. The taste of his biscuits had a certain twang about them that made me think one word. Freezer!! His biscuits had come from one of those bags which are pretenders to homemade ones. At last, I had the proof on my older brother. My only question was, what does he do with the bags the biscuits came in. He obviously had to hide it from his offspring in order to continue to trick them into thinking that he was feeding them the real thing.
Anyone who has ever bought canned biscuits knows the unmistakable sound of whop biscuits being opened. Now look, my brother is an honorable man who would never cheat anyone out of a dime, however his reputation with his children as a master-biscuit maker is at stake. Furthermore, I can’t blame Eddie and his offspring for not knowing the difference in those whop biscuits when they were mere kids, or for not recognizing the frozen ones today, because they are a shade above the canned ones leaving them to believe that their father has actually improved.
One final word! Don’t embarrass your father by insisting on a bake-off against his much younger brother.