It's been a while!
Nobody was eating any scones around here over the past two weeks. The first weekend, near the beginning of March, was way too busy. The second one, last weekend, was spent in Toronto, where we woke up to fresh blueberry muffins, fruit salad and coffee compliments of our B&B, and then Brian's great aunt and uncle.
The last time I sconed, it resulted in two batches: Pina Colada, and Peanut Butter and Bacon. Both were awesome, and within a few hours, thanks to some hungry musicians, this is what we were left with:
So, after a two week drought, I made a batch of rhubarb scones. I'd been under the false assumption that rhubarb was pretty much inedible unless it was mixed with strawberries, but I forgot to buy more strawberries after accidentally eating all of them in one of my sleep-eating episodes.
In light of this, I did what any reasonable person would do: I went to the cupboard and consulted Marie Nightingale's "Out of Nova Scotia Gardens" cookbook. Rhubarb is kind of a big deal back home, whether you're sneaking it out of someone's garden and eating it until your face feels like it's going to turn inside out, or tucking into a strawberry rhubarb crisp. I flipped through the rhubarb section (see? It's a big enough deal to have its own section), noted the ingredients it seemed to get friendly with, and came up with Rhubarb, Orange and Walnut Scones. They were dope.
Because I am an amazing lover, I did all of this with the end goal of bringing Brian breakfast in bed, as I usually do on Saturdays (aka Sconerdays). Because I am also crazy, I posed the food, ingredients, cookbook and coffee and took a picture for this blog. I made food porn. I'm sorry, and you're welcome.
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