Sorry y'all, the puns are getting worse. But the baked goods are getting better, thank goodness! I'm learning to follow directions, if you can believe it. However, there is definitely still flour all over my kitchen. You win some, you lose some....
I've finally had a chance to read Molly W's book and I really loved it. It feels fantastic to be inspired. I laughed, I cried and I found some recipes that I can't wait to make. Earlier this week I randomly picked up some crystallized ginger at ye olde Trader Joe's, that I've been nibbling on for a few days. You can only chomp down so much ginger before a vision of scones begins dancing in your head. And when I finished a particularly delightful chapter of A Homemade Life I happened upon a recipe for Scottish Scones with Ginger and Lemon. Fate!!!!
So this Sunday morning I langorously yawned, stretched and then shot out of bed in anticipation of making scones. As I have gotten a *tiny* bit older, I've begun to understand the beauty of a morning enjoyed when functioning at full capacity, sans the residue of suffering resulting from the previous night's festivities. While I still enjoy rowdy behavior and late nights carousing with friends, I like it in intervals. WEIRD RIGHT? But anyway, this was a morning to open the blinds, let the sun stream in and eat warm scones with butter. Happily, preparing these scones won't take too much time out of your beautiful morning and will only improve the quality of your life. Crumbly, citrus-y scones with chunks of sweet and spicy ginger... a waking dream on a Sunday morning. Make sure you use Plugra or some other rich, decadent European butter, it makes all the difference, as small things usually do.
I feel sort of guilty revealing Molly's fantastic scone recipe here on the interwebs, when really you should go buy her book! Don't be mad at me, everyone. I hope you'd do the same for me. So here is the link to Amazon where you can buy Molly's book:
So, after eating a scone I realized that hunger pains still lurked. For me, breakfast pastries are just a tease, a hint of more to come. And so I made what I had handy, which was a meal of delicious sliced hard-boiled eggs, reclining on toasts drizzled with good olive oil, sea salt and freshly ground pepper.
Eat these things and your life will be as sunny as the yolks of these eggs, believe me.