on making scones
I want to make scones - scones that you can eat. I love to cook but have never been able to master the skill of making perfect scones. I have made scones that are like small pebbles and I have made scones that are like rocks - literally. Mine are so hard they could be used in the garden as an edging. I don't want to make scones like the ones you buy in the cake shop - light and fluffy - I want to make scones like my grandma made. the scones she made in the middle of her kitchen table. The ones she mixed in her big yellow bowl and then turned out onto the floury middle and kneaded, then cut out with a glass. Hers tasted a little like damper, nice and heavy but not too heavy that they would sink to the bottom of my tummy, but they had substance. I want scones like I tasted as a little ms*robyn - fresh from the oven dripping with butter. Oh yes, I have tried and tried but it just doesn't work. or is it the memories I am hankering after? or maybe it is the homemade blackberry jam that was made from the blackberries my grandfather gathered during the day as he fenced along the road. I want to make scones so that I can wrap them up in a red & white kitchen towel. I want scones like grandma made.