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15 April 2015

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Marilyn

Take goodness for scone memories, keep on creating new memories. Love your scone story. Hadn't thought of yogurt in the scones, sounds good.

Debra

Thanks. I had forgotten about this recipe . I think I will make some tomorrow! Have fun on your trip - looking forward to seeing your photos! xo

Lana Kloch

steve is finally home from his 50 day around the world trip w/ his nephew.. tired and glad to be home. he walked so much, he has lost weight..

loved your sharing your experience about chelsea and scones.. can't wait to try the recipe tomorrow morning.. it's nice having steve home so that he can enjoy it.. too..

sending hugs.galore

Ourfrenchoasis

Being English my memories of scones are always special occasions when people came over for tea! However, I have been making them a lot recently. I have adapted my recipe and now I use Spelt flour and no sugar, so that they are a great deal healthier! I often make them for the children's 4pm gouter (afternoon snack traditional in France), they come out of the oven just before I collect them and so they are still warm. Add a little homemade lemon curd, thanks to my glut of eggs, and the children are in heaven! So too are their French friends who are really beginning to like my English cooking!!!

Gracie

Say Hi! to Ireland from me....maybe one day I will be back to retrieve the piece of my heart I left there...

Kristin

Scones coming up! Reading the story, and the recipe has me wanting some with my morning coffee. And yes, yogurt and yogurt whey make a dough lighter and more wonderful....a little discovery one day when the milk bottle had been emptied.

Merisi in Vienna

Yes, there's a lot of truth to it, some things are meant to be kept simple, so they can reward us with the best there is.

I have very fond memories of a British Airways flight from London to Washington, DC. Just as we were finally reaching the North American shore, flying over New Foundland, we were being served tea. Along came the best scones I have ever had, served the British way, with clotted cream and strawberry jam. I can still recall the taste, divine!

Leslie in Oregon

Merisi, my introduction to scones came when I was flying for Pan American World Airways. On our 747 flights from London to Seattle (which I flew most weekends), we too served tea during about two hours before landing. As we often had about 100 British scones, and plenty of tins of British clotted cream and strawberry jam, left over after we served the passengers and cockpit crew, we (13-16 flight attendants) too had tea. (All food lef tover from that flight had to be destroyed, as per U.S. customs rules.) I will never forget how luscious those teas were. It must have been because of all the calories we burned on that 9+hour flight that I never gained an ounce from those scones...that wouldn't happen today! Thank you for the recipe, Corey...although it would be hard to have scones without the clotted cream (which we cannot get in the U.S.).

Merisi in Vienna

Thank you, Leslie, for sharing your side of the "scones in the air" story!
London to Seattle is quite a haul, and that most weekends, amazing feat.
I have not inquired about clotted cream around here. Maybe I should. ;-)
My first contact with clotted cream was in Rome, of all places, in a nunnery that had a large roof terrace. A Swiss girl was addicted to the stuff. I remember her up there, in a deckchair, eating spoonful after spoonful of that strange stuff.

Merisi in Vienna

"Strange stuff" because in Rome, whipped cream on top of espresso coffee was all I knew. I had never heard of scones or that clotted cream looked like mayonnaise to me. ;-)

Brenda, Walker, LA

just made some this morning, very good!

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