I have never really been a great pastry cook. It is only recently that I have really ventured into the realm of cooking sweet things. I was never really good at baking, my cakes were more like door stops and Frisbee's rather than light, fluffy and spongey. I still to this day have a sense of dread when it comes to baking. I always give my cake batter a blessing and say a little 'kitchen prayer' when sliding it into the oven. With practice and persistence I find I have had more success these days. I never thought baking would become a much loved past time for me.
Except when it comes to baking scones - these cheeky little things are my nemesis. There is something really nostalgic about lovely big, piping hot scones, straight from the oven, wrapped in a tea towel, awaiting a generous slathering of strawberry jam and a dollop of fresh whipped cream.
As far as scones go though, the only thing I seem to get right is the jam and cream. I guess I just don't have the deft touch of a homespun Granny when it comes to these things!
Until I get the secret (which I will share, don't worry) I will keep trying and at least if I don't eat them, the birds have something to peck at!
Until next time...