Buttermilk biscuits and sausage gravy

Ingredients:

  • 2 cups of self-rising flour
  • About a cup of buttermilk
  • 1/3 cup of shortening
  • A pinch of salt

Directions:

  1. In a mixing bowl, combine the self-rising flour, shortening, and a pinch of salt.
  2. Pour in about a cup of buttermilk.
  3. Mix the ingredients until a soft dough forms. Be careful not to overmix; you want the dough to be just combined.
  4. On a floured surface, turn out the dough.
  5. Gently pat or roll the dough to about 1/2-inch thickness.
  6. Using a round biscuit cutter or a glass, cut out the biscuits.
  7. Place the biscuits on an ungreased baking sheet.
  8. Preheat your oven to 450°F (230°C).
  9. Bake the biscuits for about 10 minutes or until they turn golden brown.
  10. Once out of the oven, brush the biscuits with melted butter for extra flavor and a beautiful shine.
  11. Enjoy your delicious homemade buttermilk biscuits while they’re still warm.

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