WHIPPIN' IT, MIXIN' IT, MISSIN' THE TRIANGLE

Salud, Kids!

Stop throwing me the old roll and squint eye.

Loving to cook, I have been wanting to toss flour and stuff (I didn't know what until I found a recipe) into a bowl and whip up a batch of scones (skons, you nit-wits).

So, throwing caution to the wind I found comfort in whipping together flour, sour cream, soda, baking powder and what-have-you. The what-have-you included one entire stick of FROZEN butter, grated on a box grater (using the large holes side).

Do you have ANY idea how difficult it is to grate frozen butter. Wait, it's not that hard, it is simply that your arm grows weary and I was alone in the kitchen at the time. In other words, no help...so, boo-hoo.

Don't tell me I could use a food processor. I wanted to honor tradition and go old school, thank you very much.



Now, things going old-school went off track in a couple of ways.

First, Britt (who was napping while I was baking)does not like raisins, so I had to put cinnamon and sugar on hers.



Second, I could NOT cut the dough into triangles. Don't you dare judge me until you have cut scones into triangles!

Triangles aside, in the end, with the delicious clotted cream (listen, I whipped it up personally, so it is clotted cream if I say so...of course, I am American, so who knows?) and imported strawberry jam combination, they were quite delicious!

See ya 'round the beaches.