buttermilk biscuit moment
When I was in Nashville for Thanksgiving, I asked my Dad early one morning if he could show me how to make his yummy buttermilk buscuits. I was keen enough to grab a piece of paper and a pen to take notes. It was a great father/daughter moment. I came home, went shopping for buttermilk (who carries that anyways?) and got to work. They didn’t turn out half bad. I’m pretty proud of myself 
I had quite a few early morning times with my Dad before anyone else was awake. I had my Dad all to myself and we would talk about life over a cup of Gevalia coffee. These were precious times after feeling the distance of years gone by without actual face to face time. I am so thankful for the gift of sharing our thoughts, hopes and dreams together. I will cherish it forever.
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I love to hear that! some of my favorite memories is starbucks coffee with my dad on sun. morn. before church!
i’m so glad you had that time with your dad! and if you wanna pass on that buttermilk biscuit recipe…