It wasn't until well after dinner that Audra's dinner guests politely noted that something remained in the oven. These aren't buscuits - they're bricks. My dog couldn't even bite into them. I swear I could have used them to hammer a nail into the wall. *sigh*...I don't know if I was cut out for this whole housewife thing. Maybe I could invite the Balvins over for a game of hockey??? I'll bring the pucks.