Baking Chez Sheena

Now, gentle readers, Sheena makes no bones about being a gracious hostess, fabulous cook, impeccable sommelier. But. And there's always a big but (h/t PeeWee Herman). She fails in the womanly skills of doughy baking. A select few of my followers have been subjected to the utter disaster that has been my pie crust. Thankfully flopped and tough enough to be use as Viking repellant so many years ago.

But then Sheena's Ma came to visit and offered to make one of her specialties for breakfast. A flaky tender biscuit inspired by the staple made every morning hot in the wood stove by my Cape Breton Gramma. With just butter or jellies or jams, cheese, whatever, a lovely warm breakfast snack.

"Sheena, where's your rolling pin".

"My what"?

"Rolling pin".

"I dunno, in the drawer I suppose"

"Nope"

And then it dawned on me. Maybe I didn't actually *Have* a rolling pin. Any more. That is. There is a vague recollection of one lodged firmly in the skull of an ex who didn't leave the seat down, but that was years ago....

So being Sheena's Ma, and all, she made do.