Remember this?
The image you see above as well as the ones you’ll see if you click on the links were created in 2003 when we were living in Washington, DC. I went on a weird rampage against scones. I publicly declared my hatred for them. I just never understood them. They kind of want to be a biscuit. They kind of want to be muffins. And sometimes they kind of want to be cookies. MAKE UP YOUR MIND, SCONES!
Well, I feel that I must fess up to something, Internet. I just ordered a scone from Oren’s in Grand Central. They order them from Balthazar. I ordered an oat scone. I am hesitant to say so, and I feel like a traitor, but I freaking loved that thing.
I ate (and enjoyed) a scone. What’s happening to me?
Edited to Add: raphaelle has given me a challenge. Tonight, I will attempt to bake cranberry oat scones from scratch to test once an for all if I really am a scone converter. I will document the event live from my kitchen. If, for some stupid reason, you (like me) have nothing better to do and are home and bored, please swing by and heckle me. I will start at 7 PM. If Tobyjoe (aka Vagina Man) can swing it, I’ll even throw in some video. (Although, I’m not sure we have what it takes to do that. We have an iSight, but who knows.) Either way, there will be pictures. Stop by!
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