Rusty Clawfoot & A Vanilla Blueberry Scone

 The dusting.

The measuring.

The crumbling.

[and ET neck inverted selfie]

The whisking.

The shaping.

The clean up.

The aroma.

They were delicious.

Absolutely F-N delicious...

on my great grandma Mary's...

pre-WWII china.

A new outdoor creekside tub space...

is in the works.
[note to self...
must buy...
one clawfoot
and
mosquito netting]

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And this played on Pandora...

[G-Ma Mary preferred to watch wrestling on TV
over listening to music, 

this song reminds me of her daughter in-law, 

my father's mother, Helen.

I am still surprised each day how

my relationship with her has influenced

who I am in this world]

Sunday Sconeday

 

This weekend kicks off my spring break from school. Although I will be working two jobs plus creating artwork for a gallery submission and completing a few homework assignments it will be a welcomed "brain" break from my otherwise normally chaotic schedule.

Saturday was "veg" day. A movie on the couch was about all I had in me, plus a few loads of laundry; a walk to the store and a chat with my love at his place of work.

 Today is Sunday. A quiet morning with fresh baked scones. Canadian bacon w/grilled onion & aged white cheddar cheese (plus a little whole wheat flour to lessen the guilt) are a savory start to the day with a delicious cup of coffee.

These blueberry-strawberry vanilla scones are waiting their turn in the oven. Savory first...dessert second.

The scone aftermath in the kitchen is so worth the effort, don't cha think?!?!

This is the most perfect scone making music on a lazy Sunday morning.....