If you couldn’t guess by the title of today’s post, I finally saw The Hunger Games over the weekend.
Didn’t quite make it during opening weekend because, well, ICFA(!) was all last week, and I’m not too keen on crowds. Agoraphobic, not quite, but I’m from the upper Midwest. Our idea of a ‘traffic jam’ is a line of cars waiting to pass a combine on a two-lane highway. However, the massive turnout for Hunger Games warms the cockles of my heart. After all the (undeserved) hype for Twilight in the last couple years, I am glad to see a decent book series finally grab the spotlight again. It gives me hope that yes, America’s youth can recognize good writing when they encounter it.
[Before the flame wars begin…I taught first-year English at a local university for three years, one that so loved its English dept (and Psychology dept) that it let our building collapse. While we were still using it. Over Christmas break. I had some really awesome students, some really horrid ones, but most broke my heart because they excelled at nothing but mediocrity. I’m still recovering from the bitterness.]
[Also, vampires don’t sparkle. Makes it easier for Buffy to find them.]
The movie was awesome, and did very well by the book. Pacing was rushed in places, but ok. The casting was amazing, with the exception of Woody Harrelson as Haymitch. He was great, don’t get me wrong, but Haymitch is all about falling down drunk and staggering upright. Which to me means Robert Downey Jr. Or Tim Hutton from Leverage. Both of those men can play drunks, and drunks with gusto!
But the one who caught my attention the most and wouldn’t let go? Josh Hutcherson as Peeta. Such charisma! Such sincerity! THAT is Peeta.
The last book-to-movie character who so embodied the character for me was Viggo Mortenson as Aragorn from Lord of the Rings. Now that says something.
One of the main themes of The Hunger Games is food as a form of power, of control, even of obsession. And the longer I watched the movie, the more I thought about that, and of how I would so not survive living in Panem.
Why? Because BREAD is the main staple of district diets. And is the one food group that I can barely touch without getting sick.
So, in defiance of gluten and of the fictional Capital, I whipped up these little beauties to go along with my plethora of soups and stews.
Again, these drop biscuits from Betty Crocker can easily be made with regular flour or the Simply Savory GF mix. The GF ones will be extra tender.
- 2 cups flour or Simply Savory GF baking mix
- 3 tbsp baking powder
- 1 tsp salt
- 2 tbsp butter, melted
- 4 tbsp shortening, melted
- 3/4 cup milk
- garlic powder
- 1-2 cups sharp cheddar, grated (NOT the finely grated stuff)
- Preheat oven to 450 degrees.
- Sift flour/baking mix, baking powder, and salt together.
- Melt the butter and shortening together in a small bowl and add to dry ingredients.
- Add milk. If the dough looks too dry, add a little more milk, but no more than 1 cup total.
- Add garlic powder, cheese, and chives to preference.
- With a spoon, scoop up hunks of dough and drop onto a greased baking sheet. Use the spoon to help shape the dough into rounder blobs.
- Bake 10-12 minutes, or until the edges turn golden brown.
- Brush biscuits with butter upon removing from oven.
Makes about 2 dozen biscuits, depending on size.
Goes great with beef stew. Probably even Greasy Sae’s.