FANCY DON'T LET ME DOWN: Sourdough Buttermilk Biscuits

This picture shows up, again, unaltered, a few paragraphs down. I'm not ashamed. Hide in the basement. The Locusts are near.

Carl doesn't have a favorite child. He'd never admit to one, not out loud. If you asked him that question in a public space, he'd take you down to your knees, make you cry out the names of those you've wronged, then help you up like the Top-hat and Tails Gentleman he is.

But in his Will, these biscuits are named directly.