I finally found the scone that I had fantasized about last week,( see post ” Cranky Is As Cranky Does, I’m Hungry…”) in a Viennese Pattisserie, where I’ve been to once before. At that precious moment, I did not have any common sense. I mean after all, this was not a British Bakery.
They had delicious looking pastries, cakes, and bite size mini-desserts. Once they had a plate of samples out but we were not in luck this particular day.
I see scones and I literally squeal with joy. I asked the lovely woman who worked there what flavor the scones were (of course only the one with the baked sugar frosting) and she told me: apple. Done. I ordered it and for the rest of the evening I dreamed about having the scone to go along with my one large, white mug (out of my favorite, well-fitting mug, the right thickness for my lips) of very strong coffee in the morning.
Once out of the bakery, my husband, looked at me as if I were out of my mind. “You’re not eating that now?” he asked. I stared back at him (you know “THE LOOK” implying after 25 years of marriage don’t you know me by now?) Of course I wouldn’t eat it on the spot, I was “Saving It.” Yes, I am one of those people. It’s neither right or wrong, it’s a style. I would never say he was right or wrong (I am always right.)
Maybe it was too much anticipation but my first taste of the scone in the morning was so hard and barely “chewable”, I thought my jaw would pop out again. I tried to soften it up in the microwave which helped a little but frankly not that much.
The last time I had scones was in England with my parents when I was a child and that was the real deal, of course I remember the clotted cream, the afternoon tea, the scones and small sandwiches which were without the dreaded crusts and the fresh sweetness of the strawberry preserves.
Yes, leave it to me to associate place by food only. That’s my job (and passion.) I’m on the look out now for something “breakfasty” to either buy or make (easy only) that’s soft like a muffin but doesn’t have as many calories yet a TINY BIT firmer like a GOOD scone, raisins are a must. Vegetables are okay, but I don’t have a chopper thing, delicious factor desperately needed..Simple and easy, a must. My stomach thanks you.
I miss real Twinkies.
Okay. I went on and read it. Fresh strawberry jam. There is nothing like this taste in the U.S. if you don’t grow, pick and jam it yourself. ((SIGH))
Confession. I didn’t read this post. I saw the picture and knew I’d be drooling for a week if I did. 😉
Nordstrom’s café at the Garden State Plaza, oddly enough, has incredible blueberry scones. I don’t know where they get them from, but when they have them, I buy extra for the next day. Not British scones, but still pretty good!
A nice breakfast treat is to make tea biscuit dough, roll it out, spread with butter, sprinkle with brown sugar and cinnamon. Then cut into rounds that fit into buttered jumbo muffin cups (or individual foil/silicone cups that are bakeable, and bake (at 350) until brown on the top. Calories, but soft and makeable. No yeast and raising needed.
specific recipe please? and THANKS.
you can’t get them? or do you think they taste different? i would love to send u a box…