I woke up Sunday morning and found nothing readily available in the house to eat. Normally I would settle on toast and peanut butter in this situation, but I was feeling a bit adventurous. I had a decent collection of raw ingredients in the cabinets for once and figured if Hardee’s can make fresh biscuits, so can I. I did a quick Google search and settled on J.P.’s Big Daddy Biscuits largely due to the name and the fact that I owned all the ingredients.
Everything was going swimmingly. It seemed that I was on course to achieve biscuit nirvana on my first ever attempt. After kneading the dough I realized I had made a critical error. I needed a round cookie-cutter – which I do not own. The recipe says you can flour a juice glass and use that instead, but that just seemed… well… boring.
I was distraught. Staring down at this ball of dough to which I’d given birth, I knew it deserved better than a juice glass. It deserved to make a statement, to scream “I am breakfast, but I will not be round!” Suddenly, inspiration struck. I remembered that when I bought my tin Star Wars lunch box from Williams-Sonoma it came with two sandwich cutters. One in the shape of a TIE Interceptor and another of the Millennium Falcon. Biscuit nirvana was still within reach.
The results are what you see in the image above (save for the bottom-left blob – it was just leftover dough). Once they cooled enough to eat, I slathered a Falcon in strawberry preserves, “flew” it toward my mouth, and right before I bit down I imagined a little Obi-Wan saying “that’s no moon…”