All about food and identity! and I talk about biscuits! Who doesn’t love biscuits?
So I am not religious, but my family is so I am used to celebrating Easter, and while I tend to forget that someone died and allegedly rose again, I do not forget to put out a spread. This Easter was small and I had over a few of my friends to share dinner (odd that Christians do not celebrate passover) with the parental units (been in a “Reality Bites” mood) and I. The only disaster were my biscuits, I am not a southern lady—yet.