I first became suspicious when Maverick asked me, “Do we have cream of tar-tar?”
I told him where I thought it was and all was quiet for a while.
Then Jacob asked, “What does it mean to sift something?”
OK, now I was intensely curious, but I also wanted to see how it played out, so I gave an abbreviated explanantion and waited.
Eventually, I was asked into the kitchen to put this into an ( already preheated!) oven-
which yielded tasty scones, eaten with heavy cream that Jacob whipped up and topped with strawberries, blueberries and white cherries.
They used this recipe subbing butter for margarine, and just rolling the dough into balls rather than rolling flat and cutting out the scones, because that seemed like “too much work”.
Jacob took pictures because that’s how things are done around here.
OK, now, the strawberries and the OJ are not local. The whole “local” bit didn’t occur to us until later. See, up until this point, local meals meant our Sunday project, but now we are realizing that “eating local” is a daily possibility, because the fridge is full of locally produced stuff! Cool, huh?
Know what’s even cooler?
Eating scones for breakfast… that you didn’t cook yourself.
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