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This is not Betty Crocker's Gluten-Free Bisquick mix. Nope. |
Is Mercury in retrograde? And if so, Darling, do I believe it can wreak havoc with recipes? I started out with a different approach to this peach cobbler recipe, you see. I thought I'd try out the new
Betty Crocker Gluten-Free
Bisquick mix I bought this week. I imagined a golden topped biscuity crust you could sink your teeth into, a melt-in-your-mouth forkful of shortcake, dripping with warm and sticky-sweet juice.
But what I got was a bone white mound of anemic dough (scarily reminiscent of
Play Dough
) baked into what can only be described as yesterday's mashed potatoes. It didn't even
try to turn golden. And it didn't melt in your mouth like a biscuit. It just sat there on your tongue. Flavorless. Bored. Expecting to be admired without effort. Like those
Fame Junkies
who are famous for simply being famous. They haven't actually accomplished anything to garner their celebrity status. They just nurture a deeper narcissistic ambition than your average high school beauty queen. They expect adulation because they exist.
Like an awful lot of the gluten-free foods churned out by
corporate
entities.
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