" But.... you can't just drive around without knowing where you are going!"
Some days, my Dad would say "Get in the truck, we are going for a ride". I'd say "Where we going?", to which he would respond with something like "North".
Ahh..... one of THOSE rides.
Sometimes maps, plans, and destinations hold you back. Sometimes, it's all about the trip, and about the discovery.
That is pretty much how I cook and bake. Some of this, some of that, and sometimes a goal in mind. Often, a recipe may spark the idea, but it's almost never the guideline.
Here we have HUUUuuuuge garlic and cheese biscuits. A sploosh of Occident flour in the processor, a tablespoon of baking powder, a teaspoon each of baking soda and course salt. Give 'er a spin. Then feed in chunks of frozen butter and spin till crumbly. Dump in a bowl.
Add one eggs, 8 ounces of shredded cheese, two tablespoons of garlic powder, and 1.5 whiskey glasses of water. Combine with fingers till well mixed into a sticky mass. Turn out onto a board. Cut off and shape equal size hunks into largish flat rounds, placing them on a parchment lined baking sheet. Let rest for 10 minutes.
400 degrees for 20 minutes.