They're
Rich, Yet Not Cloyingly So
We think our Scones are the most scrumptious on the planet. But I warn
you, they are NOT dry, heavy, hockey pucks that use the good
name SCONE in vain. They're made with butter, cream, currants, and a
hint of fresh orange zest. They're rich, yet not cloyingly so, and are
wonderful by themselves, or as we prefer them, with butter and preserves.
I especially like them split and lightly toasted, which Wendy considers
somewhat weird. And they work wonders as a shortcake with fresh berries
and cream. Wendy's Dad was born in South Egremont, Massachusetts, a
Wadham whose ancestors were Devonshire folk, so it would not be unfair
to say that Wendy has clotted cream coursing through her body, which
I might add, is lithesome and svelte. We're not into "flavoring"
scones with re-hydrated berries or dried fruit treated with such copious
amounts of sulphur dioxide they taste like the smell a wooden match
gives off when struck. These are the only Scones we make and we think
that once you taste them you'll understand why.