CDPunt(igam) Writes

“It’s just five ingredients. I should be able to do this,” she said to herself.
Jerry said that his mother always made biscuits for his birthday dinner and this is his first birthday as a married man and she wanted to surprise him. Mary Beth had wanted to call his mother to get her recipe, but she was on vacation abroad. Instead, she found one on the back of the bag of flour that looked easy enough. She read the recipe again; it was smudged over one ingredient, but she was sure she knew what it was.
Jerry would be home from work soon, so she got to work measuring and mixing ingredients. Once the dry ingredients were mixed, she took her butter from the fridge and cut it up into chunks and tossed it in the flour to coat. Then she squished the butter and flour with her fingers until it changed color and held together when she she squeezed a handful. Then she slowly stirred the milk in until it just came together. She put a sprinkling of flour on the counter and scraped the dough out of the bowl. Folding it over on itself, her hands were covered with the sticky dough but she felt like these were going to be the best biscuits ever. Patting the dough flat, she cut rounds using a glass dipped in more flour. Once they were all cut out, she set them in the hot oven.
In the few minutes that it took for them to bake, she cleaned up the mess that seemed to have grown with each biscuit she’d cut. When the timer went off she peeked inside the oven. They had a beautiful brown color to them but they didn’t rise as much as she’d expected. She must have rolled them out to thin. Hearing Jerry pulling into the driveway, she swept them into a towel lined basket and set them aside to finish getting the rest of their dinner together.
Seated at the table, she handed Jerry the basket. “What’s this?” he asked.
“I made you a surprise.” Mary Beth answered.
He lifted up the edge of the towel. “You made biscuits?”
“Yes, try one. They just came out the oven when you got home.”
Jerry took a bite and his face contorted into a grimace as crumbs fell to the table.
“What’s wrong? Are they not as good as your mother’s?”” Mary Beth asked.
“Nothing’s wrong. They just taste a little funny, is all.”
Mary Beth took a bite, the biscuits had a soapy metallic taste. Something was not right. Opening the biscuit, she didn’t see beautiful layers of biscuity goodness. Instead, she found a dense flat puck. She started to cry. “I’m so sorry! I wanted to make biscuits for your birthday like your mom did, but I couldn’t get her recipe. I don’t know what went wrong.”
Jerry started to laugh.
“Why are you laughing at me?”
“I’m not laughing at you, dear heart. I’m laughing because my mother doesn’t have a biscuit recipe. She always made them from a can.”

Can you figure out where Mary Beth messed up?