If the idea of a blueberry buttermilk biscuit with icing on it is strange to you, then you’ve obviously never been to Bojangles before. (Oh good lord, this is where my southern roots really shine through.) Bojangles has something called the “BoBerry Biscuit” which is exactly this – blueberry biscuit with icing on it. Well not exactly this. Mine is definitely much healthier.
Think of it like a buttery, layered sweet cinnamon roll? Kinda? It’s a decadent breakfast experience that everyone needs to experience at least once in their life.
This recipe is based on my Healthy Southern Buttermilk Biscuits. The only difference is that these have blueberries, and OH YEAH healthy icing. I said it. Healthy icing. Some said it couldn’t be done, but I said watch me combine some stuff and make it happen.
The icing is made of coconut butter, maple syrup, coconut oil, and non-dairy milk. That’s it. You basically just heat all of those things together in a small pot, and voila – icing! (I know, your world is changed.) You’re welcome.
Blueberry Buttermilk Biscuits
These Blueberry Buttermilk Biscuits are made with ghee, loaded with fresh blueberries and topped with a healthy icing! Breakfast has never been this good.
- 3/4 cup non-dairy milk
- 1 tbsp apple cider vinegar
- 2 cups all purpose baking flour, plus more for flouring surface
- 2 tbsp baking powder
- 1 tsp fine sea salt
- 1/2 cup + 2 tbsp ghee
- 1 tbsp honey
- 3/4 cup fresh blueberries
Healthy Coconut Icing
- 1/3 cup coconut butter
- 2 tbsp maple syrup
- 2 tbsp coconut oil
- 1/2 cup non-dairy milk
- 1 tsp vanilla extract
Preheat your oven to 425.
Combine your almond milk and apple cider vinegar in a small bowl and set aside for 10 minutes.
Meanwhile, sift your flour, baking powder, and salt into a large bowl.
Spoon your ghee into the large bowl and use your hands (in a pinching motion), to mix the ghee and flour together. Do this just until the flour forms into small balls. (Don't over mix.)
Scrape off the excess ghee from your hands into your bowl. Create a small crater in the middle of the bowl and pour in your almond milk buttermilk mixture, and honey.
Use a spatula to incorporate the wet and dry ingredients. DON'T OVER MIX. Just mix until the wet and dry are combined. (Yes the dough will seem very sticky.)
Generously flour a clean surface and dump your dough onto it. Sprinkle a generous amount of flour as well as a few blueberries on top of your dough, and flour your hands. Press or roll your dough into a 1" thick rectangular shape. Fold your dough in half, sprinkle more flour and more blueberries onto the top of the dough, and roll or press into a rectangle again. Do this same thing 4-6 times.
After your dough is in it's final 1" thick rectangle, use a sharp knife to cut your dough into 6 square biscuit shapes.
Layer a baking sheet with parchment paper or spray with cooking oil. Carefully transfer your biscuit to the baking sheet and bake for 10-13 minutes, until the top is golden brown.
Healthy Coconut Icing
Add all ingredients, except vanilla extract to a small pot and heat over medium heat. Sir constantly until the mixture is smooth and well combined. (If you want your icing to be less thick, you can add more non-dairy milk.)
Reduce heat to low, add in vanilla extract and mix well.
Take icing off heat and pour over your biscuits.
I cried when Anthony Bourdain died. Deep, soul wrenching tears. I never met the man. I watched his shows, sure, but I was never a bonafide fan girl.I simply admired him from afar.
I admired the work he did as a risk taker in the food world. I admired the way he bridged cultural gaps through his genuine curiosity and relentless appetite for the unknown. By all outward assessments, he was the type of human we need more of.
So when I heard the news of his death, I cried. I mourned the loss of that voice we need more of in the world. I mourned the loss of that renegade spirit. I felt a true hole missing in the space he used to be. And I didn’t even know him.
There have been a dear people in my life whom have dealt with suicidal ideations in their lifetime. Some I have been on the other end of the phone with as they sift through the darkness they feel. Others I have met once they have come out the other side. And I’m sure there are a few people in my life who have tangoed with the same darkness, and I’m completely blind to it.
Depression is real and dark and serious. Culturally we’re reaching a crisis point. Suicide rates have risen 30 percent in the last two decades. It is a very real monster living among us.
And yet, when my S.A.D. flares up, I hear a voice in my head that calls me lazy and makes up excuses. And yet, we think success will make us immune. And yet, we rarely have the real “how are you doing?” talks.
It sounds cliche, but each person you encounter has an amazing depth of experience, emotion, and wellbeing underneath them. Each person we meet comes to this life with their own lens and story. How often are we building bridges from one person to another? How often are we willing to exchange our vulnerability for someone else’s?
It’s easy to say, check on your friends. Even the “healthy, happy” ones. Check on them all. Make sure they’re truly okay. Help hold their heart.
I’m an advocate for all of those things, of course. But depression is darker than that. It’s more insidious than that. Some people will not be able to tell you their depth. Some people will not be able to ask for help.
The brain is a truly incredible place. There’s so much in there that we’ve yet to discover and so much in there that we have no control over. Depression is not a choice. It doesn’t go away when you’ve succeeded enough or made enough money or hit 300k on instagram. Depression has nothing to do with the outside world.
Which is why, I believe, that on top of asking people how they are doing and reaching out to help, we also need to shift our priorities. Radically. We need to be reminded of the real life things that matter. The relationships. The art. The mystery. The vulnerability. The love. The pain. Those things exist outside of our taxable income. They live outside of our to do list.
But they ARE the to do list. So I beg of you – if you can, if you have the mental space, if you are well enough – find more life in your living. Do it for the people who can’t. Do it because it’s all that really matters in this life. And if you leave it there will be a human sized hole in this world where you should have been. People you don’t even know will cry over that loss. It is felt. It is important that you stay. Your life matters.
Clear your calendar (as much as you can.) Hug a friend. Call your mom. Make some blueberry buttermilk biscuits for yourself. Live this one and only life. Do it for Tony. xo.