The past week has been a very good one for scones.
(I confess, most weeks are good for scones, the scone being pretty much a daily occurrence in my life.)
The first one I have a picture of was devoured in the wonderful Loch Leven’s Larder, after this delicious chickpea salad:
Following the chickpeas was a truly first class, decent sized blueberry and vanilla taste sensation:
The chum I was having lunch with also had a scone, opting for the dried fruit sort, served not only with jam and butter, but cream to boot (all of which disappeared very swiftly):
A couple of days later I had another decent sized, tip-top scone while working in the A K Bell Library cafe. It was of the treacle variety:
Yesterday I had a golden raisin scone (home produced):
And today, in honour of my sister coming for lunch, a batch of cheese and poppy seed scones appeared:
This is not the full complement of scones devoured in the past week, but unfortunately I don’t have a photograph of the pear and walnut or the sultana scones. They are, nonetheless, happy memories.