This morning, before I even really opened my eyes, my favorite 17 year old decided he wanted scones with cranberries for breakfast. Here’s the thing: he’s a really good cook when he wants to be. We were lucky this morning was one of those times. I’m told he found the scone recipe from the BBC online and used recipes.com for the cranberry syrup. I’m also told these recipes are going to be part of our stash now.
That’s a good thing. It means there’s a good chance we’ll have them again. For us, the benchmark of scone perfection is found in The kitchen of Mrs. O’Sullivan at Findus House B&B in Macroom Ireland. None of us have reached that level of delicious, but we enjoy tasting how close we can get.
He’s about 2 months shy of 18, so I appreciate his patience in letting me take pictures of his culinary adventures and creations this morning.
At this point in the process the kitchen smelled amazing. This is just sugar, water, and a 12 ounce bag of cranberries. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
I’m pretty sure I could eat the cranberry syrup and nothing else. At least that’s what I thought until the scones came out of the oven, then I rethought that whole “nothing else” part.
Breakfast on this Monday morning: Simple Scones with Cranberry Syrup. For this third day of freezing temperatures and icy roads this draws us all to the table and cheerfully melts away the chills.
Can it get any better?
With hot coffee and warm soul I check January the Ninth reflections from my grandfather’s book of ancient prayers “….Most merciful and gracious God, Thou hast opened the hand of Thy mercy to fill me with blessings….” (Jeremy Taylor 1613-1667)
And so it is!
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