I Knead a Dream

March 4, 2011


IceBoxIsaac reporting for duty.

My life.

Currently my life revolves around a certain ‘task’ that can truly turn a smile to a frown or a song into a scream…waiting. All I do is wait. This past weekend I (finally) finished the last of my college auditions and now all that’s left are the answers. I would like to tell you an intriguing story from my life that somehow connects to the recipe I am blogging about…but alack my life lacks the kerfuffle necessary to write such an epic. I wake up. I school. I drive home. And then I sprint to the mailbox to see what destinies await me that day; to see what dreams have been uplifted…or otherwise crushed by the solemn postal worker who, unfortunately, is merely the messenger of said news. I have been accepted to a few schools…but I have been denied by even more. When I open a letter and it merely says ‘no’ I want to cry. I want to bash in the head of that mailman and tell him to take the envelope back to whatever sadistic dean denied my behind. But I refrain. I always refrain. I keep it classy.

My dreams are lumps of dough. (I’m tying it in, I swear…I’ll come back to this.)


  • 1 cup of original Bisquick
  • 1/3 cup milk
  • 1/2 cup of shredded Cheddar cheese
  • 1 tablespoon butter, melted
  • 1/8 teaspoon garlic powder
  • apple butter (optional)


  1. Preheat oven to 450 degrees. In a medium bowl mix Bisquick and shredded cheese together. Add milk. Stir with fork until dough (soft) forms.
  2. On a cookie sheet, drop dough by 5 to 6 spoonfuls about 2 inches apart. I like to used parchment paper to line the baking sheet. If you do not use the paper I would lightly grease the baking sheet because the cheese will cause the biscuits to stick.
  3. Bake 8 to 10 minutes or until golden brown.
  4. In small bowl, stir the butter and garlic powder until well mixed: brush on half of warm biscuits before removing from cookie sheet.
  5. Serve warm. Half with garlic butter and half with the apple butter. So delicious.

In conclusion: My dreams are like a bowl of dough. I have to spoon them out one by one and hopefully (with a little heat) they will grow and develop and rise to the occasion. That’s all you can hope for, really. Life is full of delicious possibilities.

IceBoxIsaac signing out.


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