Biscuit Flavors Part 1

It was quite a cheerful afternoon as Bell Hopscotch Rabbit was teaching her twin sister, Bellia Hopscotch Rabbit, how to properly make country style biscuits. Bell had learned from her mother while Bellia was away on a foreign exchange program, and was very eager to show her twin. Their mother, Heidi Choch Rabbit, was hand washing towels upstairs in the Deluxe Bathroom Set and cleaning the toilet.

“Just like this,” Bell said as she shaped a lump of dough, made simply by mixing flour and water together, into a perfectly shaped biscuit.

Bellia’s turn came and was an instant success. She grabbed a lump of the dough and transformed it into a beautiful biscuit without any paw prints.

“A pot of flour plus a pot of water. Boil hotter. Pat, pat, pat, rat a tat tat. Paw goes over, dough goes lower. No rollers, no whisks. Voilà: biscuits,” Bellia sang her mother’s biscuit making melody softly as she patted down biscuits with perfection.

Bell was shocked. She remembered how she struggled so badly to make a perfect biscuit. Her twin was just a natural at this.

“How did you do that?” she asked in amazement.

“I don’t know. It just sort of came easily to me.”

The two sisters had a bundle of fun making biscuits and baking them out for the next hour or two, until a thought crossed across Bellia Hopscotch Rabbit’s mind.

“Well, if these are all just plain biscuits, what about all the other biscuit flavors Mom makes? Salt and pepper biscuits for dinner meals and sugar biscuits for sweet treats.”

“Hmm…,” Bell mumbled. “That’s a good question.”

“Why don't we try it out ourselves? Think of how proud Mom would be if she realized we figured it all out by ourselves!”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Bellia,” said Bell, the more ideal one.

“Nonsense! It should be easy seeing at how fast I mastered biscuit making. All we need now is to learn biscuit flavors,” Bellia, an easygoing girl, replied.

“Oh, alright.”

“Now, we should start with sugar biscuits. I bet they’re just the same dough with a bit of sugar added.”

“But are we adding them into the dough before we bake them or sprinkling it on top after we bake them?” Bell wondered.

Just then, their cheeky baby sister, Honey Hopscotch Rabbit, stumbled into the kitchen.

“Af-thur,” she babbled.

The two sisters looked at each other, and agreed. After it was. To their luck, a fresh batch of plain biscuits had just finished baking. Carefully, Bell got out the sugar jar and sprinkled them aimlessly over the biscuits on top of the special sprinkling baked their mother had. It was transparent and made sure to keep a mess off the hardwood counters.

“Oooh,” Honey said, as she saw the biscuit making.

“You’ll be our first taste tester!” Bellia announced to her baby sister.

The innocent Honey was fed a newly made sugar biscuit and cried immediately.

“Waah, waah. Bad bis-kit! Bad bis-kit!” she cried.

The two sisters were a bit surprised at their failure, but they moved onto salt and pepper biscuits.

“I suppose the salt and pepper biscuits will go smoother,” Bellia cheerfully hoped.

They decided to change it up a bit by making an entirely new pot of biscuit dough. Then, they got out the salt and pepper shakers from the kitchen cabinet.

“How will we know how much to sprinkle?” a concerned Bell asked.

“We’ll figure it out as we go,” Bellia replied aimlessly.

They poured in what they thought seemed to be the right amount of salt and pepper and got to work. Being biscuit making masters now, Bell and Bellia had no problem getting all the biscuits into their proper shape and baked in the oven quickly.

Honey, still upset by the horrible tasting biscuit she was fed, refused to taste another.

“No, no bis-kit!” she declared.

Bellia, a bit more bold, popped one into her bunny mouth and cringed at the taste.

“It tastes like an oversalty ball of nothing.”

“Let me try a sugar one,” Bell said as she popped a sugar biscuit into her mouth. It tasted crumbly with a pow of sweetness; it was nothing like the sugar biscuits their mother made with a perfect balance of warm dough and incorporated sugar bits.

Upstairs, Heidi Choch had just finished up bathing all the babies, excluding her cheeky daughter Honey.

I wonder where she is, she thought as she wandered down the stairs.

“Honey, where are you? It’s bath time!” she yelled, while stepping into the kitchen. The sight was messy, improper, and a little chaotic. Bell and Bellia’s faces were in absolute dismal of their creation, with the sugar jar and seasoning shakers placed randomly atop the kitchen sink. Honey was repeatedly babbling, “Bad bis-kit! Bad bis-kit!” It was essentially the exact opposite of the peaceful and joyous time biscuit making should be.

“What’s going on?” she asked in a frenzy.

Bellia and Bell explained the whole story to their shocked mother, with Honey interjecting a few times by saying, “Bis-kit bad, mummy.”

Heidi chuckled at her daughter’s messy day, and said, “Well, it’s nothing I can’t fix. You’ll have to eat all these biscuits though. Just dunk them in some carrot tea. As for my baby Honey, how about a donut and bath?”

Honey nodded with excitement. Her two favorite words were “donut” and “baby.”

Just then, Heidi started cleaning up the mess and realized the house was desperately out of flour.

“Oh dear, looks like you two used up all our flour. I’ll teach you two how to make flavored biscuits tomorrow after your father makes a trip to town,” Heidi suggested. An agreement was settled, as the girls setted the dinner table.