Peach Lambic and Blueberry Shortcakes on Raspberry Chocolate Stout Biscuits
I successfully road (rowed?) my kayak alone. Two times! It’s crazy, right?Last weekend Chris went camping and four wheeling in the Georgia woods with some friends. If you have spent any time visiting this here website, you know that I absolutely did not go with them. Everyone had a better time.
I went to the lake. My first couple of times out kayaking was touch and go, but I was bound and determined that I could do it myself. I grabbed my shades, life jacket, and my trusty whistle and headed down to the pier.
I took a few deep breaths and set my kayak in the water and climbed in. Well, truth be told, it wasn’t as graceful as that sounds. Also, Chris knows me well enough to think ahead and bought this contraption that connects my paddle to my boat. Let’s just give a collective sigh of relief there because otherwise I’d still be floating around out there.
About 30 seconds after I pushed away from the dock, I realized that my kayak had been sitting on the pier and I didn’t think to look all the way inside where my feet were and it occurred to me that a snake could come slithering out of there and then I’d have a heart attack and drown. I told myself that if there had been any creatures in my kayak, all the commotion of boarding it would have scared them to kingdom come.
I was concerned about how I was going to extract myself from the kayak and get back up on the dock, but all was well and I was able to use the ladder. Oddly, the first time went better than the second time. I managed to get out without falling in, but there was quite a bit of water that needed to be drained from my vessel.
I rowed (road?) around the lake and all was well, but for one incident. All the safety information tells you to stay close to the shore line. That way you can get to land if you need to and you stay out of the way of the boats with motors that may run you over. I was sailing along nicely until I passed a neighboring dock and right about the time I was behind his boat the neighbor fired it up. I nearly had a heart attack and started rowing as fast as I could. Fortunately, the guy was safety-minded and looked behind him before backing out.
I thought I was going to have to use my whistle!
- 4 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
- 4 teaspoons baking powder
- 1 teaspoon baking soda
- 1 teaspoons salt
- 12 tablespoons cold butter, cut into 1/4 inch pieces
- 1/4 ounces goat cheese, softened
- 1 1/2 cups milk
- 1/2 cup heavy cream
- 1/4 cup raspberry chocolate stout
- 1 pint fresh blueberries
- 1/2 cup sugar
- 1/2 cup peach lambic or peach beer
- Whipped cream for topping
- Preheat oven to 450
- Whisk together flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt in a large bowl
- Using a pastry cutter, cut in the butter until the mixture is coarse and somewhat lumpy
- Add milk, goat cheese, and beer and gently mix until dough comes together
- Turn out onto a lightly floured surface, roughly form into a 3/4 inch thick rectangle
- Use a 2 1/2 inch biscuit cutter to cut out biscuits
- Repeat shaping and cutting dough until it's all used up
- Transfer to a parchment lined baking sheet
- Brush tops with the heavy cream
- Bake 13-15 minutes or until golden brown
- Cool on a wire rack
- Combine blueberries, sugar, and beer in a pot, bring to a boil, reduce and cook until soft and syrupy - about 10 minutes
- Cut biscuit in half, top half with blueberries, then whipped cream, finish withe second half of biscuit