I get it, sometimes I wake up in the morning and just think to myself how much I’d like my pants to have the ability to transport everyone to a new magical world. Unfortunately for me I also have shame, so you know how that goes.
It’s like Mike Tyson, except somehow it’s a worse tattoo…and less intimidating…and he doesn’t have any money. Well maybe that last part is kinda like Mike, but still, definitely no fame or a killer knockout punch.
Now I live in the south where biscuits have been perfected, but I have a hunch the southwest has their own spicy spin on some bottom biscuits like the ones we got here. What I need to know is who bakes ’em better?
Oklahoma & Texas
All we are missing is a couple of dogs sharing a plate of spaghetti and meatballs.