I think of Gayle, my mother-in-law, whenever I bake biscuits. She gifted me the double-layered baking sheet that gets used whenever it’s time for biscuits. Gayle made great biscuits.
Over the last couple of decades, I’ve made countless biscuits on this baking sheet. It bears the scars, dark around the edges where things weren’t scraped off, lighter in the middle from use. I’ve thought about hanging it on the wall as a work of art, testament to the gift that continues to give.
It’s been a few years since Gayle passed away, which is why it’s important to make biscuits, simply because the biscuits baked on this sheet, this piece of metal, remind me of her, and I enjoy remembering Gayle.