A Breakfast Interlude
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My wife Johanna gives me grief on a regular basis for not taking more pictures of our life. She gets incredulous about the fact that, on the one hand, I’m a professional photographer; on the other hand, I hardly ever document family events.
I don’t have much of a defense, and as of right now I’m going to make a half-resolution to be better about it. As a warm up, I’m delivering a couple photos of our breakfast.
Last month Johanna and our friend Carrie decided they needed to make marmalade. Which prompted Carrie’s husband Anders and me to decide that that would require scones – to provide something to put the marmalade on. Now, for the past month, our two households have been on a little bit of a scones race. Not a bad development at all.
Anyway, these are the most beautiful, fluffy scones I’ve ever made. So beautiful that they forced me to use the cooling period to document the occasion. Here’s to home cooking, Saturday morning deliciousness, and to pointing the camera back on my own life in ‘010.
Chris & Johanna;
The gauntlet has been thrown down. I will be pleased to put my Grandmother’s scone recipe and preparation methods up to the test. Barring a real showdown, I’ll be happy to pass along the the recipe. My grandma was born in Scotland and came to the States as a young woman to settle in Cleveland with quite a large contingent of Scots in the mid to late 1800’s. They brought their baking skills with them, most notably shortbread and scones. They are a bit different than the Starbucks and Caribou fare, but as far as I know, the real deal. Next time I make them (usually a weekend thing when Gretta and Elliott are here – mid January recently) I’ll do a photo essay on the process.
dave bartels