Canned Biscuits

It was not cafe society, it was Nescafe society~ Noel Coward

I have never been able to reconcile canned biscuits in any form.   Even my dear Southern Cook Diva Paula Deen has several dishes which utilizes canned biscuits and I've been there and the end verdict is that the ideas were time savers but not taste bud pleasers.   The recipes were not bad tasting but neither were they blow your mind good.   Biscuits are one of those foods where homemade is mandatory in my opinion.   There are other examples of food that I believe needs to be as organic to homemade as possible.   I believe friends come under the same category as pieces of your life that need to remain as organic and original as possible.

A few years ago during my second go around in the amazing Southern California oasis, San Diego I fell into a little click that was unexpected and turned out to be more drama than it was worth.   You know that pop that can biscuits make when you open them, well when ever I have gone the canned biscuit route there were two things I could count on; I always jumped when the can popped and I was always underwhelmed by their taste and wound up feeding them to the birds and squirrels in the park.   Well I get those feelings every time I think back on those friends.   Thankfully just like I never use or rarely am served canned biscuits I hardly ever think about those bleak days and fake friends.

I ran across the Noel Coward quote above a few days ago and I agreed completely with Mr. Coward.   Sometimes you find people are just not what they present themselves to be.   I could give a lot of juicy stories about this couple of years in my life; but that maybe another story or novel another time.   The main and quite hard lesson I had to learn is that you have to let go of those things or persons in your life that makes your journey full of drama, less genuine, or even just bland.  

When I left San Diego I let go of a lot of all the hurt and anger I had experienced during that acquaintanceship with that click.   The triangle had grown incestuous and  it seemed that even maintaining friendships with even the fringe people whom I had grown close to out of that group still came with strings and tainted energy from the core group I had pulled away from.   The hard part was letting go of those friendships.   I came to realize that although these people had wonderful qualities the fact was they couldn't cut their losses as well and remove themselves from the center of  that negative energy.   I found my last communication with some of them still talking smack and relating disappointments in the core group; but they still endeared themselves to them through dinner parties, clubbing, and miscellaneous other functions.  

I found myself feeling that anxious feeling I got when unrolling the canned biscuits anticipating the pop every time I talked to one of them.   The anticipation of hearing more gossip on the others or what one of them had said or did to this one, it was still one last string keeping me remotely attached.    Even at a non invested literal thousand mile distance I came to realize that even that remote string had to be cut for me to move on in my own life.  

It is easy to stay in something because it has just become the norm or it is easier than just letting go.   Letting go is such a powerful step.   The older you get and the more stuff life hands you the more you realize how precious time is and how little room you have for all the clutter and drama.   Instant coffee is easy but brewed tastes heavenly, so why bother with instant.   Canned biscuits don't taste horrible but they are a very poor substitution.  Friends and people in general in your life that pull energy away from you adding drama, negativity or just existing in your life is like a flavorless canned biscuit on a plate.