What would you say if I told you that I have made my OWN Bisquick? I found a recipe on the internet and decided that as we can’t get it in the UK (and our supermarkets don’t seem to have anything approaching its genius) I decided to rustle up my very own stash of Bisquick.
I expect that to my English readers this probably means virtually nothing. But to my American readers it might signify something else. That I am a crazy spinster with too much time on my hands perhaps?! Whatever, it was FUN. If you saw the piece of paper I printed out from the internet then scribbled on you’d think I was some kind of algebra student. The original recipe would have made enough Bisquick to have made about 975 pancakes or 875 “biscuits” (savoury scone type things to us Brits) so I had to do some advance mathematics. I was pleased that something in the back of my brain from school helped me to fathom out what a quarter of 3/4 was (3/4 = 6/8 divided by 4 = a 1/4 and an 1/8?!) by the way, I’d had two vodka martinis by this point so if my maths is faulty please let me know otherwise there is FAR too much baking powder in my recipe.
Anyhow, to cut a VERY long story VERY short. My cheese straws turned out cute and I love them. I was wielding a tape measure a lot when making them as when I was at school I was on the the cusp of England converting from inches to millimeters. Bloody Europe! I do hope that Charley didn’t see me at the window when he came home as I must have looked like a right loony spinster with my specs on, a pussy bow at my neck and a tape measure in hand making sure my pastry was 9 inches by 11 and 1/4 inch thick…
Stop press: everyone at work loved these. “Surprisingly chewy and good” said David, Sanja said she had to move away from them at risk of eating too many and Ilka said they reminded her of lovely German cheesy bread. There is a picture of my luminous cheese straws taken by Raphael here.