One day many years ago my wife decided that she would make some homemade biscuits from scratch as a treat for the family. We loved biscuits and gravy with dried beef mixed in and we were all waiting in eager anticipation for this breakfast feast. When she served the biscuits, I noticed a clinking sound when I dropped one on my plate. Further investigation revealed that her homemade biscuit was as hard as a brick. I picked one up and “clinked” my knife on it a couple of times and both of my boys picked up on it and did likewise forming a little drummer’s ensemble . . . https://www.wordsfortheday.com/index.php/2018/07/bully-and-the-biscuit-2/