The biscuits in my North Carolina kitchen come out beautifully. Nice and crusty on top with only light browning on the bottom, and a delicate, fluffy center that just screams for a generous smearing of butter.
My wife agrees they’re good. But then she says it.
“These are northern biscuits,” she notes. “You know, baking powder biscuits.”
Her tone has an edge to it, so allow me to translate: Nice try, Chris, but these aren’t anywhere near as good as Alabama biscuits.
My wife grew up in Alabama and defends the state like her first born. There’s no reasoning with her. You can’t understand, she insists, unless you taste one for yourself.
Challenge accepted. I promptly decide to head down to Alabama to see if she’s right.
But first I need a few suggestions so I post on Facebook asking all her old high school friends who still live there for advice. The first tip makes me want to gloat a little. It’s a chain restaurant with locations all over the country. Take that, honey!
Then, I do some further digging online myself and start to feel discouraged. Suggestions I find actually include fast food joints. Are there any authentic biscuits left in the Yellowhammer State?
A few restaurants, however, catch my attention. The first is in Birmingham, my wife’s beloved hometown. But based on its website, Alabama Biscuit Company seems to be a far cry from the old-school Southern breakfast place I have in my head.