I remember on rainy days after school in high school my older sister, older by 2.5 years and two grades in school, would make biscuits for us to eat as an after school snack. This memory is so infused into my childhood that I can almost taste the sweet and salty combination of warm biscuit, melting butter and preserves if I close my eyes and put myself back into our den {as it was called then} in Stamford, CT.   Of course then it was a quick version whipped up made from Bisquick that was available in our cabinet. She has always been the baker between us – I would…