Sticky Honey Buns

This morning it was still a little bit dark outside because of all of the storm clouds still lingering in the sky from the rainy weather we have had. I had the craving for some sweet feel-good food and asked Greta and Jack if they would help me make biscuits and honeybutter for breakfast. It was a yes!

So, we go upstairs and chase Jude around that level of the house for a bit and get out our bowls and milk, and Bisquick (no time for scratch...This works for me!) Greta sits up on the counter top and holds the honey bear while I get Jack double strapped into his highchair. (I mean double strapped because this Houdini can get out faster than I can preheat the oven!)

And, we're on. Oven is preheating. I measure the mix and Greta pours it into the bowl and onto her legs. Jack is screeching and saying Mamamamamamamam. Then we add milk the same way. I measure it and Greta pours it mostly in the bowl. She says no cry over spilling milk, Mamma. This is true. We knead to form a dough. This is new to Greta as she is usually more into making muffins and waffles and eggs.

She sticks both hands in the dough and pulls them out to find her fingers globbed with raw biscuit. She screams to the high Heavens and shakes both of her hands wildly in the air flinging dough through the whole room like an eggbeater would if you lifted it out too soon. She was screaming, Jack was screeching and I was wiping dough off of my face and shaking my head.

Next comes the honey butter. Greta was not a fan at this point and asked if she could just suck on the honey bear like a baby with a bottle. Hmmm. I actually thought about letting her do it for a second. This was the kind of morning that you should just stay in bed a tiny bit longer! But, the biscuits were wonderful. We will do it again soon! With more paper towels.