Flaky Scones

Scones, how I love thee. Better than bagels. More delicious than donuts. More fantastic than fritters. Magnificent versus muffins. Yum, yum, yum is what I’m saying.

But for some reason, I never make them myself. It’s my go-to at coffee shops, tea rooms, or the baked goods section of the grocery store. I craved them like nobody’s business during my pregnancy. Still, I have an adversion to baking them. I think it’s because I tried to when I was a kid and they turned out to be dry, crumbly messes. Until today!

In anticipation of making these, I splurged on some Kerry Gold irish butter. I think it definitely added a decadent, buttery sin to the scones.

I’m so glad I made the scones this week because my eldest offspring and I are heart-broken that our favorite local coffee chain retired their scones and jam. Believe me, I am going to write a very strongly-worded email about our opinion on that. And by that I mean begging like my dog DJ for a biscuit to please bring them back (or give me the recipe?).

 

I liked how Rose said to cut the triangles – first the dough in two rectangles, then triangles off those pieces. There was a fair amount of rolling, folding, and refrigerating of the dough which made me a bit nervous (would they be tough??? dry??? was I just making some pretty-looking doorstops???) I even called my mom to have her weigh in on my possible brick-making.

I shouldn’t have worried, though. These scones were so soft, delicate, and melt-in-my-mouth! I omitted the currants because we like just simple plain scones around here. I did brush the tops with milk and sprinkled sugar on top. It was the perfect compliment.

I made these this evening on a whim, a perfect counterpoint to a rainy Wednesday afternoon. I just wish I hadn’t made them so late it was too late to pair these lovelies with a cup of soothing earl grey tea. Can’t wait until tomorrow morning!