We definitely don’t call them that.
Also we have Bourbon Biscuits which are just lovely.
Someone really needs to start making actual bourbon biscuits.
Like, yeah, they’re the best and all that. But, what if I need that bit of something to get me through the day? I can’t have a drink at 9 am because it’s frowned upon. But a biscuit? Yeah, that’s calm.
The American word for biscuits equates to a spongey, mostly tasteless muffin. People in the south sometimes pour gravy on them and call it a meal.
Except the “gravy” is a greasy roux with bits of sausage meat in it. I think the biscuits are basically savoury scones. I’m not judging, the whole dish sounds fairly tasty and like the kind of thing a Northerner or Scotsman might invent.
If someone is giving you greasy roux with bits of meat in it, they don’t like you.
Good biscuits and gravy will make you smack your mama for lying to you about what a good breakfast is.
Mostly tasteless? You need to try a better biscuit. Also, while that biscuits and gravy thing is true, they’re more often either on the side or cut in half with bacon and eggs or something in between the halves. It’s not something you want to eat every day, but once every few months on a Saturday morning it’s incredible.
I’m not sure that person has ever actually had a biscuit. I’ve never had a “spongey” biscuit. They are nothing like muffins either, which are closer to cake.
And that’s why the American language is so strange.
I think one day in history the dictionary everyone used got coffee on it and the words had no definitions so they had to assign them to whatever they thought was right. Sadly they were wrong.
Actually most of our words are British words but Britain changed there meaning take soccer thats what the English used to call it because of the long socks the players wore Britain lost the memo but America remembered
No no no. We FIXED them. Imagine being br*tish. Putting random “u”s in words. ColOur hOnoUr mOuLd. Imagine having a whole letter that only the 1%ers can even pronounce (its “t” pronounced like “s” but with a burst of air instead of a stream of air, and more pressure from the tongue onto the hard palate). We turned linguistic drift into linguistic power-slide.
Any time i hear a br*tish “person” talking, regardless of location or occasion, i rev my Ford f-450 supermax lifted truck (from which i removed the muffler) as hard as i can. This produces three strictly beneficial effects:
1 i can no longer hear the br*t “talking” 2 all of the smoke blocks sight of who is talking 3 the beautiful aroma that comes from the powerful black smoke reminds me of the most important things in life freedom, privatized healthcare, and tea in the ocean.
Yeah that British person was trying to wind up OP.
Bourbons shit all over oreos too, oreos are perhaps the most overrated biscuit out there.
Calling any cookie a biscuit gives me the urge to buy a musket and tricorn hat
Can we really call the Oreo cream custard if there’s no egg or milk, tho? Or are you talking about a 3rd thing and I completely misunderstood?
