Biscuits

Fox News was on. I could tell because I could hear it from the basement through the floor. After getting the call that dinner was on, I acknowledged that I heard...and then proceeded to wait six minutes. If I don't wait six minutes and go right upstairs, I always assemble my plate of food first and end up sitting at the table waiting for my grandparents to heat up their water, make their salads, yada yada yada - whatever, I'M HUNGRY NOW. Back to the story...

...six minutes later.

I climb the stairs and walk into the kitchen. First thing I see on the counter are these gorgeous looking, fluffy, yellow-golden biscuits. As I take a step forward to grab one for my plate, my grandma shouts from the dining room.

"Those are grandpa's biscuits!"

My grandpa has a nasty gluten allergy. So my grandma sometimes bakes gluten-free things to make my grandpa feel more included at dinner time (even though everyone is included when the TV is on).

"Ours are over on the stove!" she continued.

As I turned, I thought to myself, "WOW THOSE ARE SOME TASTY LOOKING GLUTEN FREE BISCUITS! I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHAT MY NORMAL BISCUITS LOOK LIKE."

Upon discovering my designated biscuits, my heart sank. These biscuits were tiny, lumpy, and grey. They looked like little piles of dough. It was quite the illusion though, because as sure as I was that they hadn't been baked yet, they had been baked after all. It was the first time I had seen my grandma make a gluten-free food that looked better than her original recipe.

While eating my biscuit, I could only watch my grandpa eat his gluten-free biscuits, wondering what it was like. So fluffy...so golden...I was so envious, for my biscuits were everything his biscuits were not. Grandpa win.

And as always, my thoughts wandered away and back to the TV, because Fox News was on.