I awoke this morning to a plate of seven plump, lovely, freshly baked biscuits on the kitchen counter - a visit from the Biscuit Fairy? I almost plopped a couple in my lunch, but then thought better of it. What if the Biscuit Fairy was planning on having friends over for lunch? Or, worse, what if the Biscuit Fairy was a Vengeful God, and left the plate out on the counter to test me, like Lot or Job or one of them guys in the Bible?