Hi there
When I was a kid, I loved scones. They had to be my Mum's scones, straight from the oven. Every Saturday lunch-time, after a big roast dinner and the oven was still hot, my BFF Shirley and I would impatiently wait for those hot scones. I mean, it was the ritual: Saturday roast, followed by buttered and jam-y scones, and then the Saturday afternoon movie in town, or down the road at the Rivoli or the Ascot picture theatres. Mum always said that scones had to be eaten the same day, otherwise they would turn into bricks. So ... we hoovered them up with alacrity!
Then ... scones went out of favour. They were considered too peasant-like. I mean scones had to have been around for a few thousand years, right? Newer ideas were on the New Zealand horizon.
Muffins were the next big thing. Not British muffins, but more the American kind.
"Wow," Shirley pointed out authoritatively, "muffins are like that new yoghurt stuff; they're great, but an acquired taste."
Muffins are so entrenched now, it's like they've been around forever. Forty years ago they certainly trumped scones.
Until ... scones made a resurgence. Now, both scones and muffins are the under-glass options on any cafe counter. A bit boring, perhaps, as often they're the only choices at hole-in-the-wall kiosks.
But, ahh, the variety of scones that are now around... Love them all.
Above: scones, stock photo
