Blogging has taken a back seat in my life lately, but now and then I feel I’d like to post something, just to keep my hand in. In order to avoid having to spend much time on it, I’ve come up with a cunning plan.
Rootling through my photographs I discover that I have lots of pictures of scones. It is my hope that this will be the first of several posts featuring ‘scones I have known’.
I was inspired to create this new feature after enjoying the exploits of the Dull Men of Great Britain, a splendid institution run by and for men who appreciate the simple things in life. For example, one Dull Man photographs roundabouts, another has his own milk bottle museum and yet another collects traffic cones.
I envisage featuring scones old and new in the coming weeks and months, and I’m sure I have enough photographs to keep me going for a good long time. I admit that I’m prone to starting new things with great enthusiasm only to see them trickle off into oblivion before too long, but you just never know when something enduring will begin.
Scone no.1 is a date and cinnamon delight I consumed on the 24th of April this year at the Macmillan Coffee Shop, Quarrymill, on the outskirts of Perth. I remember it particularly because it was the first scone I had this year at this fine establishment. ‘Quarrymill’, as the delightful assistants and I call it, is only open from April to September, and it is with gladness each spring that we revisit it.
I must admit that I haven’t, by any means, sampled every tearoom in Scotland, but of those I have sampled (and there are a fair few) Quarrymill ranks as one of the very best for scones. I really don’t know how many Quarrymill scones I’ve consumed in the past few years but I do know that every single one has been a triumph.