Biscuit Snob

I grew up in West Virginia and the thing I miss the most (other than my family -Hi, Mom!) is the biscuits. Not any old biscuits, I miss Tudor's Biscuits. Tudor's Biscuit World was a creation straight from Heaven. Actually, I think that must be where the state moniker "Almost Heaven, West Virginia" comes from; it's aimed directly at Tudors.
I grew up on these biscuits. In high school (please note: my mother taught at the high school I attended), my mom and I could not speak to each other except to say, "Can we stop at Tudors on the way to school?" or "Do you mind if I stop by Tudors on the way to school?" Almost four years went by when all we had in common was Tudors.
When I first moved to DC, people would speak wonders of Popeye's biscuits. Being an open-minded person, I thought I'd give it a try. When that dried up, tiny "biscuit" was given to me, I thought "Maybe it tastes better than it looks -but man, that doesn't look like any biscuit-goodness I've known!" And it wasn't. I scoff at your "biscuit", Popeye. The only thing you know is spinach and maybe chicken (I'm not really sure, I don't eat chicken).
Shortly after that, I desperately called home begging for Tudor's Biscuits, "Please, I don't care how they get here, just send biscuits! You won't believe what they try to pass off as biscuits -they're not even that beautiful light golden color or fluffy and they're barely half the size! Mom, they don't leave sandy biscuit goodness on your fingers." My mother (saint that she is), same-day Fed-Exed me a baker's dozen the very next day. I've even perfected the freezing, thawing, and warming method.
The Mister-To-Be was shocked by my reaction and called me a 'Biscuit Snob'. It was then I explained that "No I'm not a Biscuit Snob; I am a Tudors Whore". He has since tried them many, many times and has become a Biscuit Snob in his own right.
It must be admitted, I have a freezer full of Tudor's Biscuits. My Aunt Jane brought back a dozen from her last trip home. There are 10 left; I ration them. A day must be deemed Biscuit-Worthy before I'll even tempt myself by opening the freezer. Sometimes The Mister will ask for one, and instead, I'll say "We'll split one; we can't go all crazy and end up with no biscuits!"
Writing about this doesn't just make my mouth water, it makes my heart ache. Today is not Biscuit-Worthy and if that makes me a Biscuit Snob, I'm okay with that.
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I don't think spell check is working. Either that, or I'm just perfect. My apologies for the mistakes.