The great biscuit massacre of 2012

All hands abandon ship, them biscuits ain't edible!  It was a sad morning here at Drum as our breakfast turned into one of the worst tasting disasters in recent memory.  Sure, it wasn't as bad as a chain restaurant on a Saturday night, but something was amiss with them biscuits and they all had to be destroyed by our faithful garbage disposal, Steve.  We might never know why they came out tasting like burnt paper, or why those sad biscuits were light, fluffy, one might even say airy.  Oh well, no time for tears, as Team Drum has a few new projects going on and it is time to get cracking.

Steve post biscuit massacre and just prior to ransacking a woodblock fiefdom for dessert.