Cindy loved biscuits.
She loved them with butter.
She loved them with jelly.
She loved them with honey.
She loved them with gravy.
She loved them without anything.
Cindy just loved biscuits. She wanted to learn how to make them.
Cindy asked her mother, "Do you know how to make biscuits?"
"No," said her mother. "I know how to make bread, though."