While I feel like I had a pretty realistic idea of what motherhood would be like last year when my son was born, I honestly had no idea how much fun it would be. I knew it was going to be hard. I knew it would be never ending. And I knew that I was going to fall head over heels in love with him.
I had no idea how much fun weekends would be as a family of three. On Saturday morning I get John from his crib and bring him to bed with us to play while my husband and I wipe the sleep from our eyes and the dog does his best to cover us all in “doggie kisses”.
Strawberry shortcake will always have a special place in my heart. We had it a lot growing up, and it was a simple treat that none of us could resist. I still can’t resist it. Back then it was always a sheet of yellow cake cut into squares and topped with whipped cream and fresh strawberries. It was heaven on a plate for this strawberry lover.
Now I like to serve my strawberry shortcakes with the traditional biscuits instead of yellow cake. And this time I decided to add a little twist on the classic by incorporating my new favorite way to eat strawberries, roasted with a little balsamic vinegar, vanilla extract and sugar.
Just in time for the weekend, I give you these maple cornmeal biscuits. Is it cornbread? Is it a biscuit? It’s both! You’ve got the crumbly texture and hint of sweetness you expect with cornbread, all packaged up in a little biscuit.
To put it simply, they’re delightful. And as wonderful on their own as they are slathered with butter and served alongside eggs over easy and a few pieces of bacon. I know from experience.
It’s the time of year when I get out my boots and unpack my (excessive) collection of scarves. I harvest the last of my garden produce and put pumpkins on the porch. I trade in my daily bowl of sliced peaches and berries for a crisp apple. And instead of salads and grilled vegetables, I want soups and hearty casseroles. These biscuits belong alongside your next fall dinner, nestled in between your mashed potatoes and roasted carrots, or perched on the edge of a bowl of stew.
Not surprisingly, the hardest adjustment with a new baby is the lack of sleep. John is almost a month old now and I think we’re over the worst, but I still have days where I feel like a zombie much of the time. In our old life my husband and I would take full advantage of sleeping in on the weekends to make up for any lost sleep during the week. And then after sleeping in I’d bake us something sweet or he’d fry up some bacon and eggs for breakfast. It doesn’t quite work like that now and weekend mornings, and breakfasts, are quite different.
But last Sunday I managed to bake us some scones.