In the south, biscuits are a staple. They’ve been a custom in southern culture for hundreds of years. There is something about them that is just special. When I was growing up, a basket of mama’s homemade biscuits accompanied most meals. She would wrap them in a towel and put them in a basket, just like her mama probably taught her. The thought of a flakey, buttery biscuit just warms my heart and I will always love eating them because of how it makes me feel. It’s not just the taste, it’s the memories.