Without fail, each and every time that I make the effort to get up early and prepare these tender, from-scratch buttermilk biscuits, people scarf them down. They hover around the oven, sipping their coffee, commenting on how wonderful and tantalizing the biscuits smell in the oven. When the biscuits are taken out of the oven, the hungry breafast goers quickly get a hold of the whole batch of biscuits right off of the baking pan - even before I can get a spatula to move them to a serving tray and then walk them over to the kitchen table. Frankly, it is a comical scene!
