Dear internet, Remember how I said I fear baking, and was unwilling to try to make my own biscuits? Well, much like with the quinoa, I also inherited a big tub of flour when I moved. It was sitting there, mocking me, laughing at my total inability to use it for anything other than gumbo. (Yeah, I make gumbo, I will try to remember to take pictures next time).
Then Deb at smittenkitchen made THESE. And my old roommate made them back home. And she said they were just as good as the recipe made them sound.
As my old roommate is a phenominal baker, and only lives a few blocks away from boyfriend, I had to make some. I live in constant fear of other people feeding him delicious things and him falling in love with them. Is this a rational fear? No. Clearly not. But I live with it anyway. So, in response to the threat of scones, I made my own scones. And I followed the recipe PERFECTLY. Except I doubled the cheese. Because more cheese=better.
Always.
I also forgot to add salt to the eggwash, and apparently didn't beat it into a thin enough wash, because there was definitely an eggy-baked presence on the top of some of the scones. I thought it was fine though. Baked egg is delicious scraped off of a pan. Kind of like baked cheese is. Really, I don't actually find having stuff leak off and bake onto pans a bad thing, as long as no-one is going to fight me for scrapin' and eatin' rights.
Also, doubling the cheese resulted in a pastry that was deemed by boyfriend's friend to be too wet to be a scone, and more like a sweet biscuit. I disagree, I think they were the perfect fluffyness for a scone. I hate how dry store scones are anyways, I always feel like I am eating a big chunk of biscotti. These are decidedly NOT biscotti like.
I ate them with jelly. Kirkland's organic strawberry spread to be precise. I could drink that stuff. They survived about 24 hours after being baked, and so I deemed a success for my first ever attempt at real baking. Go me!
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