Blueberry Scones

Scones.  I grew up with one kind of scones, but "scones" that are the biscuity kind, that's what this post is about.  I've never been a huge fan.  I'll eat them, but they tend to feel stale, kind of dry to me.  They're okay, just not great.

Until last summer.  My dear friend Cate brought some scones to a Sunday supper I had.  This supper ended up being a dessert feast (since I told everyone not to bring anything--they all brought a dessert).  But without a doubt, the queen of the feast was Cate's Blueberry Scones.

Words cannot describe.  They literally melted in my mouth.  Okay, maybe literally they dissolved.  Whatever it was, they were so good that I have dreamed about them since (waking and once or twice sleeping).

So I've never made scones (why would I, when I'm not a huge fan).  But when blueberries came into season this year--I just had to try.  Got Cate's recipe (since she has, sadly, departed from our Vermont midst--otherwise I might just have taken her ingredients!).  And gave it a try.  My mother's expert training in biscuits (mine aren't hers, but I'm still pretty good with pasty dough) stood me in pretty good stead. They were soft and light.  They were good (better than most scones I've had).  But not quite there yet.  Now that Ruthie and I have devoured them, I think I need another round of practice (and a small consultation with Cate--I know the problem, just not how to fix it).

By the way, this smattering of blogs posts is brought to you by Ruth's family home evening. :)