BUTTERMILK BISCUITS
If my wife and I ever have identical twins, I’d like to name
one Stanley and the other Evil Stanley, for the purposes of
scientific inquiry.
We’ll raise them exactly the same, but over time, Evil
Stanley will undoubtedly begin to live up to his name
because of a subtle difference in the way the world treats
him. There is sure to be a tragic ending or two somewhere in
the story. In the never-ending debate between nature versus
nurture and their effect on the human mind, it’s always
fascinating to me to see how radically different the end
results of seemingly similar starting cases can be.
So it is with pancakes and biscuits. Take a look at the