A Man Named Biscuit

Happy Memorial Day!

Here in D.C. there’s a whole lot of pomp and circumstance, for good reason, of course. I love going for a run around the monuments and taking a stretch break to people watch. I love that people travel to the nation’s capital for today, and I love that everyone in D.C. is so thoughtful and diligent. A lesser-known fact is that there are also a whole lot of motorcycles. Ever heard of Rolling Thunder?

Motorcycle selfie. Yep. 

Motorcycle selfie. Yep. 

Well, now you have.

There are several motorcycle events that my boyfriend has dragged me to. I will go to support him, but also because I know that there are always donuts and coffee. (What a clever plan.)

While watching all these motorcyclers (?) after several events, I noticed a motorcycle club (gang?), where everyone not only had kind of scary skull caps, but they had their name stenciled into their black fringed leather jackets. This is when I realized there was a man named Biscuit. Biscuit.

 It took me 3 different days to get up the courage to go introduce myself to Biscuit and gang. I’m still not sure why I did, besides genuine intrigue and curiosity. In the end, we ended up chatting about motorcycles. I truly know nothing about motorcycles, except for things I learned while my own boyfriend went on his motorcycle adventure right after we had just met back in 2011. 

After chatting for a bit, the very Biscuit himself invited me to go “on a ride”. I even asked Mr. Biscuit where gravy was. Heh heh heh. He didn’t think I was funny.

Biscuit is to my right in this photo

Biscuit is to my right in this photo

When I told Christopher that Biscuit & Co. had invited me on a ride, his response was “You should have gone! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity!”

As I’m sure you have already inferred, dear readers, I did not go on a wild Biscuit motorcycle ride. I decided to stay. And be safe. Stranger danger, you know? Even if the stranger does has a delectably adorable stenciled name in his jacket.

One thing I have learned from dating Motorcycle Man is that motorcycles are cold. As in, I know it’s the start of summer, but let me put on my sweater-and-boots-and-scarf type of cold. It has to do with going fast and being exposed to the elements, or something. Another, fun fact about riding a motorcycle? There are a lot of smells. I finally understand why dogs ride in cars the way they do.

Anyway, I’m so cold after a ride that I usually like to curl up with a cup of hot tea or coffee, while Motorcycle Man likes to have some milk and cookies. Motorcycle Man and I decided to do Paleo together, although he was never able to give up milk. Its his one vice. The man is addicted, I think, to milk. I, however, have always been sensitive to lactose, and I can’t remember the last time I had a glass of milk. To me, milk, and many types of dairy, taste like how cows smell when you’re driving past a dairy farm. I know, its weird. Milk and I just don’t get along.

But almond milk? That’s a whole different story. I’ve been a fan of the dreamy stuff since it first started to pick up steam, although I’ve never made it until now. My honest thought process was “Why make it if I can buy it for almost the same price?” Well, dear readers, I was wrong. No, there is not a cost benefit to making homemade almond milk, but dear lord, homemade almond milk Is. To. Die. For.

Homemade almond milk is much creamier and has a much stronger, nuttier taste. It definitely has more body, and is simply not just a milk substitute. I highly suggest trying some. It is absolutely wonderful next to a Paleo dessert, but my favorite has been adding it in some hot tea. Oh my goodness, you need to try this frosty, frothy, almondy goodness. Serve it with some cookies for Memorial Day:

Roasted Vanilla Almond Milk

Makes 2 cups almond milk


  • 1 Cup whole, roasted, unsalted almonds
  • 2 Cups water
  • ½ alcohol free vanilla


  • Colander
  • Cheesecloth/nut bag
  • Strainer (or clever improvisation- see below)
  • Blender
  1. Place almonds in a jar and cover with water. Let soak overnight.
  2. When almonds are pump and slightly soft, drain water and rinse almonds in a colander.
  3. Place rinsed almonds in a blender with water. Blend well, until all almonds have been ground finely and milk is frothy.
  4. Place cheesecloth in strainer and set on top of bowl or jar. Slowly pour milk through cloth to separate the fine almond pieces from the milk.
  5. Squeeze the cheesecloth to ensure all the milk has gone into your jar. (You can choose to save the leftover almond pulp left in the cheesecloth for almond flour. Just bake the pulp on a baking sheet in the oven.)
  6. Add the vanilla to the milk.*
  7. Stir or shake the almond milk, and chill in the refrigerator, or drink right away.**

* Alcohol-free vanilla is very important. Since this almond milk is not cooked or heated, if you use an alcohol-based vanilla, there will still be a gross alcohol taste.

** Homemade almond milk is not pasteurized, so it naturally separates, requiring shaking before drinking. It also does not last longer than probably a week, so make small batches to ensure it doesn’t go bad before you can enjoy it.

I don't have a fine enough mesh strainer, so I decided to use a measuring cup and rest an apple corer on top to drape the cheesecloth over. 

I don't have a fine enough mesh strainer, so I decided to use a measuring cup and rest an apple corer on top to drape the cheesecloth over. 

My favorite tea to enjoy this almond milk with is the Almond Cream Biscotti Tea from Capital Teas with a little bit of lemon. It is fantastic. If you’re looking for a new tea, you have to give this one a shot.