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The Best Holiday Breakfast Recipes — Mama’s Midnight Biscuits for a New Year’s Table

New Year's. 2021. I am thirty-one. Divorced. A father. A cook. A factory worker. A basketball coach. A man who feeds people. The Aldi champagne is for one this year. I opened it at midnight, alone, in the apartment, and took one sip and put it in the fridge because drinking champagne alone on New Year's Eve is the kind of thing I am trying to move past. Instead, I cooked. At midnight. I made Mama's biscuits — flour, butter, buttermilk, the quick hot-oven method — and ate them warm at midnight with butter and honey. The biscuits were golden and flaky and imperfect and mine, and eating them at midnight felt like a new kind of celebration: not the celebration of a new year, but the celebration of the person I have become, standing in a kitchen that was empty six months ago and is now full of food and memory and the specific warmth that comes from a preheated oven. Sunday dinner: black-eyed peas. Peas for luck. Greens for money. Cornbread for gold. Dad said, "Good year coming." Year eighteen of that sentence. I believe him. I always believe him. The year ahead: the cooking continues. The kids grow. The plant runs. The grill stays hot. The food holds. And somewhere in the year ahead, in a future I cannot see but can taste, something is building that is more than a hobby and more than a habit. Something that might become a dream. A different dream. Not basketball. Not marriage. A dream that starts with fire and smoke and seasoning and the belief — tested, proven, confirmed by Mama's nod and Aiden's praise and Zaria's "more" — that the food I make is good enough to share with the world. But that dream is for later. For now: black-eyed peas. Greens. Cornbread. The table. The food. The man.

That night taught me something I hadn’t expected to learn at thirty-one: the best celebration doesn’t need an audience. It just needs heat, flour, and the muscle memory your mama gave you. These are the biscuits I made that midnight — the quick hot-oven kind, the kind that fill an empty apartment with something that smells like being taken care of — and they’ve been my New Year’s tradition ever since. If you’re going to start a year with your own hands and your own kitchen, start here.

The Best Holiday Breakfast Recipes: Mama’s Midnight Buttermilk Biscuits

Prep Time: 10 min | Cook Time: 14 min | Total Time: 24 min | Servings: 10 biscuits

Ingredients

  • 2 cups all-purpose flour, plus more for dusting
  • 1 tablespoon baking powder
  • 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon kosher salt
  • 1 teaspoon granulated sugar
  • 6 tablespoons cold unsalted butter, cut into small cubes
  • 3/4 cup cold whole buttermilk
  • 2 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted (for brushing)
  • Honey, for serving

Instructions

  1. Preheat hard and fast. Place your oven rack in the upper third of the oven and preheat to 450°F. Line a baking sheet with parchment. A screaming-hot oven is what makes biscuits rise and go golden — don’t rush this step.
  2. Combine the dry ingredients. In a large bowl, whisk together the flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt, and sugar until evenly blended.
  3. Cut in the cold butter. Add the cold butter cubes to the flour mixture. Using your fingertips or a pastry cutter, work the butter into the flour until the mixture resembles coarse crumbles with some pea-sized chunks remaining. Cold butter is non-negotiable — it’s what creates those flaky layers.
  4. Add the buttermilk. Pour in the cold buttermilk all at once. Stir with a fork just until the dough comes together — it will look shaggy and rough. Do not overmix. Overworked dough makes tough biscuits, and tough biscuits are not what tonight is about.
  5. Shape and cut. Turn the dough out onto a lightly floured surface. Pat it gently into a 3/4-inch thick round — do not use a rolling pin. Fold the dough over itself once, pat back to 3/4 inch, and cut with a sharp 2 1/2-inch biscuit cutter, pressing straight down without twisting. Re-pat scraps and cut remaining biscuits.
  6. Bake. Arrange biscuits on the prepared baking sheet so the sides just touch — this helps them rise tall and straight. Bake for 12—14 minutes, until the tops are deep golden and the edges have color. Watch them: at 450°F they move fast.
  7. Brush and serve. Pull them from the oven and immediately brush the tops with melted butter. Eat them warm, with more butter and a drizzle of honey. Don’t wait for them to cool. That’s not what biscuits are for.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 185 | Protein: 3g | Fat: 9g | Carbs: 23g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 310mg

DeShawn Carter
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DeShawn Carter
Week 232 of DeShawn’s 30-year story · Detroit, Michigan
DeShawn is a thirty-six-year-old single dad, auto plant worker, and a man who didn't learn to cook until his wife left and his five-year-old asked, "Daddy, can you cook something?" He called his mama, who came over with two bags of groceries and spent six months teaching him the basics. Now he's the dad at the cookout who brings the ribs, the guy at the plant whose leftover gumbo starts fights, and living proof that it's never too late to learn.

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