That they are, fresh from the oven, on their cooling rack!
You’d better believe these scones first were, then were no more, in about two inhalations of a bite each. But they’re also fresh in another, more important sense. They’re also the first scones I ever baked. I love to eat them — with clotted cream, strawberry jam, nothing at all — but was always afraid to try to make them. I can turn out a mean banana bread, but beyond that — nada. Since most bakery or supermarket scones just don’t measure up to the platonic ideal of my taste buds, I’ve lived in a state of existential scone disappointment.
That is, until I read a recent post in the amazing and inspirational Tara’s blog, Finding Strength to Stand Again. She posed a question which really zinged right into me: When was the last time you did something for the first time? That question reminded me of a time when I’d turn down a street while driving simply because I’d never been there before. I did a lot of things that way, and felt a new freedom and exhilaration while it lasted. But then, as things do, I settled back into the routine and ordinary. Tara’s question awoke something, and my immediate response was to head into the kitchen with a new scone recipe I’d wistfully clipped from the latest Penzey’s catalog, Dylan’s Scones.
Without hesitation I dragged out the flour and the baking power, etc etc. You know the drill. And lo and behold, they were great!
So here’s to bloggers, and Tara’s inspiration, and fresh incentive and encouragement! Oh, of course, we polished them off with the classic, A Nice Cup of Tea!
Okay, guys: When was the last time you did something for the first time?