Buttery Goodness

I turned on the oven to bake biscuits this morning. I had a taste for biscuits slathered with butter and strawberry jam. That was going to be breakfast. My mind was made up. I opened the can of biscuits and popped them in the oven and tossed the can in the garbage. The oven was pre heated as usual. It didn't really bother me at first the heat from the oven. I could almost taste the buttery goodness while waiting. I had my plate ready in antispaction. I considered some eggs but no biscuits were fine. I wasn't too hungry and did not want or desire anything more then buttery biscuits.

Then something happens that hasn't in a while giving me a false sense of security that it would be fine to turn the oven to 250 degrees for 8-10 minutes to bake my biscuits. I started to get hotter then the forth of July. I tried fanning myself with a dish cloth hoping that would do the trick. It didn't. I opened the fridge and stood there searching the shelves for something cool to drink. Anything I was thinking. I grabbed a juice box. It was small but in a pinch it worked. So, I guzzled down the few ounces of juice and checked on the biscuits hoping they were done. The heat was killing me and so was the waiting. They were almost done. I went into the living room ten feet from the blazing oven and opened a window. That really didn't help because its warm today and no breeze to be felt.

I crossed my fingers and said a little prayer that my biscuits would be done. They were not as brown as I would have liked but they were cooked. I took them out and my buttery goodness was ready to begin. Although, I was hot and tired for no apparent reason and so I took my hot biscuit and my mouth watered as I bit into the goodness which was a biscuit I was craving.