Unfortunately, my first memory of using Bisquick is not a good one. I was raised with 7 sisters and 2 two brothers. Our father traveled the world in his business of oil exploration and was gone for a year or 18 months and then would come home for a couple of months and then leave again.
I was 13 years old and always loved to cook, and especially for my father, when he came home, to show him what I had learned. My Father was a fabulous cook and it seemed that he could just close his eyes as he reached into the pantry or cupboard to gather his ingredients and what ever he put together always tasted superior to most everything our step mother could cook,.
ANYWAY, I was in the kitchen doing my thing and tonights dinner was a bit unusual. My father wanted a steak cooked on the griddle and my step mother said that all the kids had to have pancakes for dinner that night, because she could not afford to feed steak to everyone. Much to my siblings dismay, my father said that because I was cooking, I could share his steak with him. So i made his favorite potato recipe (Au Gratin), put together a very nice salad and while his potatos cooked, I began the process of mixing the Bisquick pancake batter. I was nervous that night and even though I read the directions on everything I was preparing, my mind was not registering.
I got my wet ingredients together and began mixing in my dry ingredients. The OLD bisquick recipes used to refer to the Bisquick product as flour, so when the recipe said to use 4 cups of Bisquick FLOUR, I reached straight for the canister of self rising, basically plain flour and stirred four cups into my bowl, As i mixed everything together, the mix seemd to be a bit sticker than usual, but I did not give it a second thought. I heated my pancake griddle and began making the world's flattest pancakes. My step mother said to serve what I had made as she just thought that maybe the Bisquick had been opened too long before we used it this time. I still had not realized what I had done, until after we had all become seated at the dinner table. I was enjoying my steak while my poor bothers and sisters were making every effort to choke down their dry, flat, flour paste tasting pancakes. My oldest sister excused herself from the table after a while, then returned with the measuring cup that we only use for dipping the flour out of the canister with; and she asked me why the FLOUR measuring cup was on the counter next to my mixing bowl. That is when it struck me as to what I had done. My step mother told my brothers and sisters that she was not going to waste the food on their plates and that they HAD to eat those pancakes or excuse themselves from the table. The glares I got, as I was now choking on every bite of steak and potatoes, were horrible and hateful. I had to stop eating and went to the rest room and got ill. I offerd to use my babysitting money and walk to McDonald's and buy a large bag of Hambugers and frys, but my step mother would not let me do this. She told me to go and enjoy the rest of my dinner and told the rest of my siblings to stop complaining. It has taken a very LONG TIME for my siblings to try and forget that awful dinner night, and sometimes they still tease me and now they do always make a big production out of what ever it is that I cook for the entire family and say something like "did anybody put the flour canister someplace that Vickie could not find it?"
This story does have a happy ending however, I have become a fabulous cook, even when using Bisquick, which I love to experiment with and I have created quite a few very tasty dishes, even when using BISQUICK as a main ingredient. I LOVE USING BISQUICK. YESTERDAY I MADE COOKIES using 1 Betty Crocker white cake mix and two cups of BISQUICK, 2 eggs, 3/4 cup suger, 1 stick of softened butter, 1/2 cup maple pancake syrup,1 teaspoon vanilla, 1 cup of chopped walnuts, 3/4 cup chocolate chunk pieces (just a little larger than chocolate chips) . I mixed everything together, heated my oven to 350*F, dropped cookies 2" apart onto cookie sheets lined with parchment paper, cooked for 10 minutes until the bottom of the cookies were a nice golden brown with just a little crunch. This time I used the correct "FLOUR" amd my cookies taste WONDERFUL. Crispy on th bottom an soft on the top. I cook like my father