Remember how yesterday I said Pioneer Woman's biscuits would be high and fluffy? Okay, so I went to check for a PW biscuit recipe and when I clicked on Breakfast/Brunch, there they were, first thing, a picture of sausage and high and fluffy biscuit. I said, Well, what do you know?, she is using biscuit to advertise her whole breakfast section. KEM is batting a thousand so far.

Next, I find the actual recipe, which was under Sausage Gravy and Biscuits. I've noticed she will put two recipes together, like Braised Short Ribs and Polenta. PW always gives you the low-down before the recipe. Like how you will faint and die when you eat this stuff, etc. So, she launched into the glories of sausage gravy. And I knew Happy Biscuit Time was right over the horizon, Tra-la-la. And then. AND THEN she said we would have to forgive her and not throw rotten tomatoes, but she uses CANNED BISCUITS. Well, that's sort of what she said, I couldn't believe it and I'm going to gather my rotten tomatoes RIGHT NOW.

Her excuse is she has to cook for her hungry cowboy husband and he only eats strong man cowboy food (you realize I'm paraphrasing). He prefers canned biscuits to homemade. Okay, she has made him out to be THE perfect male specimen on the planet in her love story, but here we have a serious chink in the armor if I've ever seen a chink. Gads, what man in his right mind prefers Pillsbury dough in a can to the real McCoy???????? Well, if that is his only fault, I shall have to reserve judgment . . . but still.

SOOOOOO, this leaves my flat little biscuits as being superior to PW'S canned impersonator biscuits. I know that somewhere I have a recipe for biscuits that uses cream. I cut it out eons ago and I remember it, how 'bout that? Yes I do, I remember that I wanted to try that recipe some day. Maybe when my MIL comes to visit, we can sit at the dining room table and do a project -- Organize KEM'S Unorganizable and Prolific Recipes. Of course, to complete such a project would require MIL to move in permanently and I know she wouldn't want to do that.

Man, I'm bummed that PW uses canned biscuits. I can't believe it. What's the world a comin' to? But I shall refrain from sending hate mail that she begs us not to.

Tonight was exciting as we ate pizza out and a poor bedraggled man came in with 3 children. He looked beat to the socks. Apparently the kids were not acting to his specifications because out of nowhere we heard a breath taking holler, GOOD G . . ! We all jumped. It was freaky enough to make everyone freeze in creepy silence. The owner came out and got busy taking their order. One of the little girls looked ready to cry. As we were leaving, the man and that girl were outside and he was saying something about the boy wanting to order something too expensive. Just a very dejected scene. Sad.

But we topped that. 'Cause it was just getting dark and we were driving downtown and all of a sudden someone in the car yelled, WATCH IT! Mike had to slam on the breaks and he missed hitting a man crossing the street (against the light and totally clueless) by a fraction of an inch. It was Screech City. The man in question never even seemed to bat an eye, just kept walking, never stopped or anything. Toyota may give you a runaway accelerator pedal, but I can vouch that their brakes stop your car on a dime. My water jugs in the trunk, that Mike had just secured neatly behind a case of small water bottles, nicely pinned in, so they would quit rolling, went flying All this commotion was definitely undoing the effects of a good ravioli dinner.

But we thank God for protection. And my heart goes out to the sad little family. The father there didn't look real young for 3 kids ages 11 and under, I guess. Who knows what his story is. Then the night ended well as I found my missing yearbook at my parents' house. Yes, I was missing one year, and I didn't want to do that. No telling what little gems I shall uncover between the covers, ha, ha.

Why can't I get to bed before 3:00 AM? I need a psychiatrist.

Hope my poor little nephew is feeling better. He came home all tilted and crooked after the surgery, suffering immensely, as you know. Didn't get an update today. Tomorrow for sure.

Biskuit Kueen KEM (at least one tier above Kanned) (PLUS, I forgive PW for this letdown because all her other recipes are so great) (KEM drives a hard line sometimes)