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Scones with Clotted Cream and Jam650

Cream tea is one of those quintessentially English things that people find so crushingly charming about the U.K. Many a visitor to our fair isles latches onto this tradition as a must-do activity. Places like The Ritz hotel offer scones in this fashion in intimidatingly fancy surrounds for scary prices. That whole thing is not my idea of a good time AT ALL. Too much pomp and circumstance when all I want is a good cuppa and a really good scone (and to not worry about slurping said cuppa or getting clotted cream on my chin).

Scones and Jam650

I much prefer little tearooms with lace tablecloths, doilies, bad wallpaper, worse carpet, and honest-to-goodness scones and tea. It’s relaxed, admittedly somewhat “quaint”, but there’s no formality whatsoever, just people of all ilks enjoying a pot of tea and a classic English scone.

Since I know my readership is made up of mostly Americans, followed by Brits and others, I think a little explanation is probably needed.

Scones Clotted Cream 650

Here’s the deal: American scones and English scones are very different. If you want some visual comparison. Here are some typically American scones. Round-shaped British scones can resemble North American biscuits in appearance, but scones are delicate, with a flaky texture and just a touch of sweetness, while biscuits are a richer, more buttery, decadent affair. Also, while scones are served as part of afternoon tea or as a sweet dessert, biscuits are served more as a bread, often with breakfast.

The standard scone recipe is pretty simple and combines flour, baking powder, salt, sugar, butter, and milk. Felicity Cloak wrote a wonderful piece on how to make the perfect scone which I read thoroughly before beginning this baking expedition. With such few and simple ingredients, I gave much thought to which raising agent would be best, choosing the best local butter for optimum flavour, and how to get the scones to rise evenly. Phew. We’re serious about our scones over here.

I have to say the result was lovely. Soft, fluffy little cakes with rich clotted cream and sweet, fruity jam – nothing could be better.

Scones with Clotted Cream and Jam
adapted from BBC Good Food and BBC Food

Ingredients

  • 225g/ 8oz plain (all purpose) flour
  • 2 tsp baking powder
  • ½ tsp salt
  • 55g/ 2oz/ 4 tbsp butter, at room temperature
  • 25g/ 1oz caster (white) sugar
  • 150ml/ 5fl oz milk
  • really good jam, to serve
  • clotted cream, to serve*

Directions

  1. Heat your oven to 220C/425F. Grease a baking sheet and set aside. In a large bowl, sieve together the flour, baking powder, and salt. Working as quickly and lightly as possible with cold hands, rub in the butter with your fingertips until the mixture looks like breadcrumbs.
  2. Next, stir in the sugar and then the milk until you have a soft but firm dough. Turn out dough onto a floured work surface and with floured hands, pat the dough into a circle about 1.5cm to 2cm thick and cut out the scones using a 5cm/2in cutter or a small glass jar. Place rounds on baking sheet and lightly knead together the rest of the dough and stamp out more scones to use it all up.
  3. Brush the tops of the scones with milk. Bake for 12-15 minutes until well risen and golden. Cool on a wire rack and serve with good jam and clotted cream. Makes 8-12 scones.

* With a 60% fat content, clotted cream is too thick to pour, but it’s not as thick as butter. You can find it at Lunds/Byerly’s in the Twin Cities or you can purchase it online. Certainly you could make it yourself but golly if I do not want to spend 8 hours tending to cream while it clots. At a pinch, you could substitute heavy whipping cream, whipped until thick and spreadable, or use crème fraîche. The real stuff costs a pretty penny but my god, it’s worth it.

Hello.

I don’t know if you reading this right now are someone who visits this space often or hardly at all. Perhaps it’s your first time. Someone out there reading probably recognises that things have been a little different of late. January came and with it a slump. First, there was sadness that meant I didn’t feel like blogging and then there was a busy schedule coupled with a funk. I couldn’t think of what to share with you. I had nothing to say. Sure I posted a couple of things but considering I’ve kept a tight three-posts-a-week ship running for the last couple of years, it seemed to me at least that this space was becoming a little empty.

Amongst all of that, I read a blog post from the fabulously talented and inspiring Brian Ferry. I’ve followed Brian for a while since he seemed to be living my opposite as an American expat in London. I love seeing his beautiful pictures of my homeland coupled with words about the strangeness of it all. Wildly familiar.

Brian wrote in this post about honesty, authenticity, and getting real, in terms of food photography. It struck an enormous chord for me. I struggle mightily with being fascinated and inspired by many wonderful food photographers, stylists, and bloggers. As we all know deep down, comparison is the killer of joy and I have longed to be better at what I do, more perfect, and to create photos more like those of the people I admire, sometimes to my detriment.

And what about reality? I have a full-time job that I love. This here, this little blog? This is a hobby. I have to write that down to remind myself that I’m not supposed to be awesome at this, I’m just meant to enjoy it and have fun. Perfectionism is a serious bitch.

I started this blog because in reading other blogs I thought, I have something to contribute to this conversation. I may only just be learning how to cook and bake but I want to sit at the table and be part of it, not just a spectator.

In the spirit of that and because I finally feel like I have my groove back I just want to say hi…I’m here now, and I hope to be here more often, with pictures, stories and recipes that are both a celebration of real moments, as well as of those things I find to be beautiful in food.

Cheers.

brick lane sunday market

December 9, 2011

One of my favourite days at home this trip began with a wander through Brick Lane market. From the dodgy stolen goods section, all the way through to Spitalfields Market, we passed amazing food stalls, great clothes, books, crafts, and more cool kids than you could shake a stick at. It was awesome.

Brick Lane is better known for its nightlife when a million Indian restaurants open their doors and try to lure you in (namely by yelling at you about how cheap their food is, which I’ve never quite understood) to dine. I’d never experienced it by day, but apparently this happens every Sunday.

It was only around 12.00pm as we wandered but the bright sun was so low in the sky that we were walking blindly half of the time.

The sun stays like that in the U.K. during the winter months and there was something so beautiful about it as we meandered through the steam and smoke of food vendors, in and out of shops, the sun in our eyes. I can’t wait to go back.