Biscuits have a sneaky way of stealing hearts, and mine got totally hijacked in North Carolina. With its rolling hills, sweet tea vibes, and charm cranked up to eleven, the state became my personal breadcrumb trail to breakfast nirvana.
I went looking for flaky layers and buttery perfection, and what I found was five little joints that made me question every other breakfast I’d ever had.
These weren’t just biscuits. They were buttery pillows of happiness, flaky enough to make me whisper “wow” under my breath, crispy enough to make my teeth clap, and soft enough to carry a drizzle of gravy like a crown…