Thanks to all of you who voted for me to win the PEI Recipe Challenge, I won second place and a copy of the cookbooks Flavours of Prince Edward Island: A Culinary Journey and The Best of Chef at Home!
Last week during a brutal snowstorm I got out both books in search of ultimate comfort foods. I made Michael Smith’s Beef Stew and really wanted some biscuits to go with them. I found this recipe for buttermilk biscuits in Flavours of PEI and got working before we potentially lost power!
You begin with sieving 3 cups of flour with 1 1/2 tbsp of baking powder, 1 tsp baking soda and 1 tsp of salt. I added some freshly ground black pepper and added 3/4 cup of cubed cold unsalted butter. I crumbled the butter into the dry ingredients with my hands until the butter was in little pieces, the size of peas.
I did not have buttermilk so I made my own. I added lemon juice to skim milk until I had 3/4 of a cup. I let it sit for a while to sour the milk. I created a well in the middle of the dry ingredients and added the faux buttermilk. Then I gently stirred to combine everything together.
I chopped up some flat leaf Italian parsley for colour and additional flavour. It is so dry here right now that I needed to add additional milk to bring the dough together into a ball.
On a floured surface, I flatten the dough with my hands until it was 1/2″ thick. The recipe says to cut the dough into 2″ rounds which seemed kind of big to me. I opted to use a juice glass which is only 1 1/2″ wide instead.
I put the biscuits on a parchment-lined baking sheet and popped them into a preheated 425F oven. Because mine were smaller, I baked them for only 12 minutes (the recipes says 15 minutes) until they were just a touch golden:
I love biscuits! They are so easy to make, no special equipment required and these were super tasty. They went perfectly with the stew, very flakey and fabulous. I give them four and a half out of five wooden spoons.
The second we sat down to eat dinner, we lost power. Thankfully the lights came on a few minutes later but what a comfort it was to sit down to eat a hot meal, even if it might be in the dark. I may abhor winter but rustic food fills me with joy.