I found a new cookbook at a thrift store for $1.
I'm not the most creative person in the kitchen, so usually cookbooks aren't my favorite choice of literature. But this one is an exception. It has a rare combination of delicious recipes, lovely graphics, easy instructions, and simple ingredients.
(True story: One time I found a massive Martha Stewart cookbook in a thrift store for $5 and foolishly purchased it. One day I decided to use it to make a dessert for our neighborhood potluck. I couldn't get past the first directive, on the order of: "Book a flight to Florida, rent a car, travel to the nearest beach, and dip out some ocean water. Return home, evaporate the water to produce two tablespoons of sea salt..." The directions went on in a similarly complicated vein for three pages for a single dessert. I re-donated the book to the same thrift store shortly thereafter.)
Anyway, I had a bit of buttermilk left over from Thanksgiving and wanted to use it up before it went bad, so I decided to try the Southern Buttermilk Biscuits recipe found in my new purchase.
Since our wood cookstove is always in use now that it's winter, I've switched to using it almost exclusively for cooking and baking purposes. My only complaint with this superb stove is the oven is small, but it's perfect for biscuits.
Maybe it's a psychological thing, but stuff that comes out of a wood cookstove oven always seems to be perfect. In this case, golden and beautiful.
For such a simple recipe, these biscuits were absolutely phenomenally delicious. They're a new favorite.
A new cookbook, and a wood cookstove. It's the little things in life.