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Burned Biscuits

Burned Biscuits
When I was a little child, at times my mom liked
to make breakfast food for dinner every now
and then. And I remember one night in
particular when she had made breakfast food at
dinner time after a long, hard day at work.

On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a
plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned
biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting
to see if anyone noticed! Yet, all my dad did was
reach for his biscuit, smile at my mom and ask
me how my day was at school. I don’t remember
what I told him that night, but I do remember
watching him smear butter and jelly on that
burnt biscuit and eat every bite!

When I got up from the table that evening, I
remember hearing my mom apologise to my dad
for burning the biscuits. And I’ll never forget
what he said: “Baby, I love burned biscuits.”
Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night
and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits
burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said,
“Your momma put in a hard day at work today
and she’s r…