Drop Scones not Bombs
A hectic few days of packing up and moving house means I haven’t had a chance to make even the smallest of scones. Now, however, we are moved in, and despite the fact that most of the new apartment looks like a bomb hit it, our kitchen (the priority for both of us) is all set up and looking lovely. I can’t wait to get back to the baking, so watch this space for Guinness scones in the next few days, in honour of Arthur’s Day on the 23rd September (what can I say, I live in Ireland – if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em).
In the meantime, here’s a picture of a tea towel (and bag) that some kind person may want to buy me. That reminds me of a joke:
What’s the most common owl in Britain?
I’ve actually never tried/seen a drop scone. Something I must look into.