How long would you be willing to wait for breakfast? In San Francisco’s gritty Tenderloin District, to be exact? I only ask because Dottie’s True Blue, located in said area, is my personal record at just over an hour. (By the way, there’s no such wait time if you’re looking for something stronger than coffee in the Tenderloin, as evidenced by the string of people coming and going from the nearby hotel–say what you will about drug dealers, but some of them run an efficient operation. Credit where credit is due.)
But yeah. Dottie’s is worth it. Whiskey-fennel-sausage-worth-it. Grilled-cornbread-and-jalapeno-jelly-worth-it. Don’t even get me started on the baked goods I’m always compelled to grab to go: blueberry whiskey crumb cake, sweet potato pop tarts, rocky road bars…
Oh, and their standard toast bread? Buttermilk dill. It’s incredible. Recently, the planets aligned perfectly, and I had both leftover buttermilk and a bunch of fresh dill. I’m sure I’ll make it back to Dottie’s this summer, but meanwhile, let’s make some biscuits.
Many times within the past few years, I’ve trudged through an 80-hour workweek or two. The suits (combined with 2nd or even 3rd day hair and bloodshot eyes, natch), the endless caffeine needs, never seeing sunlight or anyone you love (no disrespect to my awesome colleagues)… It happens.
Needless to say, one’s kitchen becomes a perfectly untouched museum of A More Normal Time.
“Oh… I used to do stuff in here. Hm. Anyway, COFFEE.”
And it goes without saying that when some kind soul puts something in the breakroom made by human hands, your head just about explodes with gratitude. At least mine does, but it might be delirium.
See, lately I’ve been lucky in the work-schedule department. Boyfriend and Co., not so much. I made them biscuits!
So I have a suggestion for this week (or any other week): remember the kind things others have done for you. Try to do them for someone else–it feels great. And then, like me, you can go back to being a jerk again (kidding, kind of). Also, save a couple of these babies for yourself. We’re not martyrs here.
Posted in Breakfast, Vegetarian, weekend
Tagged baking, biscuits, buttermilk, cheddar, cheese, comfort food, flaky, pepper, unabashed carbs