She left me her recipe, and yesterday I tried it. It worked!
Our oven must be a little hotter because they were overdone in the prescribed time. And they need a little more baking power–it may be the difference between Michigan and Virginia. But they are good. I shall make them again.
I tried the recipe once before, about 15 years ago, right after my mother died. The biscuits did not come out like hers. In fact, they were pretty bad.
I decided I could not make them.
Looking back, I can see that my disappointment had less to do with my skill in making biscuits and more to do with the loss of my mother. But I have lived all these years thinking I cannot do something I wanted to do.
How often do I let a negative experience govern my life?
Here’s the Biscuit Truth: Learn from disappointments and failures, but let the course of my life be guided by my desires and dreams.