Funny story about scones:
When I was about eleven, I was getting ready for the 4-H breakfast competition at the county fair. I wanted to do scones. I found a recipe, but the recipe writer ridiculously advised you to bake them. Pshaw, I said.
Anybody who knows anything knows you deep fry them.
See, I'm a Mormon. And our church ran a food booth at the fair and sold scones. You made them with a donut like dough. They are similar to elephant ears, but a bit thicker and you eat them (well, I ate them) slathered in honey butter and fresh blackberry syrup. The taste memories I have of those babies!
So I mixed up the scone dough, but fried it instead of baked it.
It was a catastrophe. My mother, bless her heart, choked one down but later kindly advised me to do something else. I didn't know what I'd done wrong.
Flash forward to 2000 and Hyde Park, New York. At the CIA (the Culinary Institute of America, not the Central Intelligence Agency), Jennie is finally properly introduced to a scone. Don't know what I was thinking, making a scone without a proper introduction.
We're friends now. My Southern roots just tell me it's a triangle biscuit and we get along just fine.
Today's scone is lemon. I'm eating my second one while I type this.
And my finish is this loverly (My Fair Lady) scone cozy. Because scones should be cozy. These ones had to come out to be glazed though. But I've got a recipe for brownie scones that should be quite happy in there. I know. I had you at brownie, right? Me too.
The ridiculously simple instructions are found in this book. I aspire to be a Farm Chick. At least I want the farmhouse without the farm. Can you do that? I'd have a really big garden, which is close enough, right?
The sky is blue, the sun is shining and we're going out in search of spring this afternoon. And I have a chess game to play with my biggest boy.
Have a lovely Friday and a wonderful weekend. I've got three rows of my granny square quilt sewn together. Going to try to get that one all finished in time for Monday.
Linking up with Amanda whose rainbow log cabin is coming along beautifully and Sarah, who has the cutest whirligig flimsy with a border I love and will buy the pattern just because of the border.
ETA: for those interested in a rainbow charm swap, I just joined another one (yes, yes I did). Here is the link on flickr - it looks like it's only about half full. And it's brights only - no icky batiks or muted stuff. Sorry if you like that sort of thing, but I don't. Which is why I joined.