I didn’t grow up with scones. They were never in our house growing up and it certainly wasn’t any kind of a holiday tradition for me.
I was doing some music workshops in the Seattle area and I was staying with Dave Cross and his family. One morning, I came down the stairs to the smell of brewed coffee and freshly baked scones. These scones were light and incredibly delicious. Dave was kind enough to share his recipe with me.
The following Thanksgiving, I started my morning by brewing a pot of coffee, turning on the stereo with Take 6 “He is Christmas”, and making these scones. They marking the beginning of my holiday season for years. I’m not into baking a bunch of holiday treats, but the scones have been my thing. Moving to Denmark has changed that a bit. Now, I’m usually on the road over Thanksgiving. I just don’t have the time to make them. This week, though, I pulled out the recipe again and made a batch. It was meditative and wonderful.
Thank you Dave, for sharing your recipe and your friendship. For the rest of you, enjoy!
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