Biscuits are an important part of any dish, and can really tie a meal together! Whether you put a sweet spread on them, dip them, or smother them, no one can doubt their versatility. This recipe comes from my grandmother, who told me that she got it from hers!
When I was a little girl, I spent many Summer nights helping my grandmother cook supper, often making biscuits, and she'd tell me about so many things. For all the times I saw her, I never saw my grandfather. I remember asking about him once, and all I was told was that he was very faraway, but "he would always be in the blood". I thought that it was a weird way to say it, but she was raised in Europe after the war, so I thought that explained it.
It's been a long time since I have thought about my grandmother. She loved the color red, and most of her clothes were a striking red. I remember one dress she had, a deep crimson one that had stars on it. It always struck me as a church dress, although I don't think I ever saw her go to any service.
The last time I saw her, we were eating cooking; it was deep Winter, and a cozy flame shone from the fireplace. It had been a quiet stay, but it was nice to be able to confide in her while I still could. From nowhere, she asked me if I wanted to see my grandfather. I nodded, and I thought she was going to show me an old photo or film, but no. She began singing some song, and I couldn't place the language. Her voice was warm and sweet, and while the words were foreign, they were beautiful.
As she sung, I saw something change in the fire. It rose and fell with her words, and in the heart of the flames, just above the embers of coals, I saw something. Almost, I saw a small figure in there, dancing and flitting to and fro, like it was moving to her voice. I watched, hypnotized, as it moved so smoothly and elegantly. I don't know when I first noticed, but as it danced I swore I could see the dancer getting closer and closer in some way, and the fire getting hotter and brighter. I came out of whatever trance had taken me; my face was burning, my eyes overflowed, and some terror overtook me. I quickly left. I told my mom when I got home, and I was never allowed to see my grandmother again.
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