Lies, biscuits, and bran mash
I married my husband Dennis under false pretenses. Although being a gentleman he did not mention it last night as we celebrated our five-year wedding anniversary (five wonderful years) in our favorite Mexican restaurant.
I told him that I can make biscuits, when in fact I can't.
(Can you believe a grown woman trying to snare the perfect man with food?)
Now technically, my claim falls under the "lies of omission" category. I can indeed whip up a big ol' batch of buttermilk biscuits. But as the words about my baking abilities came spilling out of my mouth before I could stop them during one of our dates, I omitted the part about how you can knock a bull down with them. (My Grandma Jessie's description for all biscuit baking disasters, of which she, of course, had none).
I can, however, stir up a mean bran mash for a horse on a brisk, late winter morning.
Here's a yummy recipe with all natural ingredients—
8 - 12 c. wheat bran
1 c. rolled, crushed or crimped oats
1/4 c. corn oil
1/4 c. molasses
1-1/2 to 2-1/2 c. boiling water
1 carrot, sliced
1 apple, sliced
Combine bran and oats in feed bucket. Add boiling water to desired consistency. Stir in oil, molasses, carrot and apple. Cover and allow to sit. Serve when cool enough to feed.
Luckily, my husband is the big breakfast maker in our house. His huevos rancheros are on the menu this morning. And I'm pretty certain that at this point in my life if anyone did complain about my breakfast baking, I would simply serve them up a big heaping helping of bran mash.
In one of the horse's buckets.
Bon apetit!
Flickr photos: morningstar; Paula Wirth; Paula Wirth
