Sunday morning just sounds like the right time and day to make scones, doesn’t it? My mom and I attempted them last weekend, with a little bit of trepidation, truth be told. It’s my great-grandmother’s recipe, and we’d never made them partly in fear that they’d never be the same. I think everyone can relate to that feeling with their family’s recipes, in some ways they’ll never quite measure up. But I wanted scones with jam, so scones and jam we made! So here’s how it went, Step 1: locate my grandmother’s recipe. Stop and take a moment to admire her handwriting. Always was my favourite. Step 2: realize that all my grandmother had written down on the recipe were ingredients. Nary a direction in sight, beside “cut in diagonals.” Though knowing my Nan this isn’t too surprising. Step 3: call my Aunt, who as luck would have it, took notes while watching her grandmother make the scones. After all of that, they were a cinch to whip up and made the kitchen smell like a little piece of heaven. Add a dollop of butter or jam, or both, and voila. Without further ado, the recipe:
3/4 cup butter
1/2 or 3/4 cup white sugar
1 cup sour milk
3 cups flour
1 cup raisins
1 tsp. baking soda
2 tsp. baking powder
Cream together butter and sugar until light and fluffy. (An alternative to using the whole amount of butter is 1/4 cup butter and 1/2 cup Crisco shortening). In a separate bowl, mix together flour, baking soda (my great-grandmother used a bit less than a tsp.) and baking powder. Incorporate flour mixture into butter and sugar mixture. Make a well, and pour in sour milk (we omitted the raisins and used some lemon juice to sour the milk). Roll out dough into a circle on to a floured board until about 1/2 inch thick and cut into diagonals. Bake at 400 degrees for about 10-15 minutes, until golden on top.
There are currently ice pellets outside and it feels like -6. Who in the what now? Last I checked it was almost the middle of April and this thing called Spring was supposed to be here. So, in the spirit of Field of Dreams, I say if you think it, Spring will come. Green onions are not only springy and vibrant in colour, but I also love the way they lighten up so many dishes. I’ve come across a lot of good recipes lately with green onions, and thought I’d share a few of them today.
First up, these soba noodles are definitely on my must-make list this season. Bonus points for the food photography by Jeanine of Love & Lemons, it is so beautiful.
I’ve had this Giada De Laurentiis breakfast tart recipe bookmarked for quite some time, and really, can you go wrong when the words “breakfast” and “tart” appear in the name of the recipe? I think not.
Lastly, fried rice in any form is always good, but tossing some green onions on top really does seem to make all the difference. This Curtis Stone recipe looks simple but delicious.
(Side note: my affinity to Curtis is long standing and goes way back to when he had this show with two other chefs in Australia, and I may or may not have shed a tear when Take Home Chef disappeared off of TLC. So when he came to Toronto a few years back for a cookbook signing, a friend and I decided to go last minute, and I’m pretty sure I just stared at him awkwardly while he signed the book and then shuffled off and giggled in the corner like a teenager. He couldn’t have been nicer to everyone, so that just makes his recipes all the better in my book.)
Just thought I’d post a few quick photos from Easter Weekend. Hope you all had a nice one, too! I’ve used this Martha Stewart vanilla cupcake recipe a few times recently and substituted the eggs for bananas due to an egg allergy in the family. It turns out to make cupcakes that basically taste like banana bread. But with icing on top. So banana bread only ten thousand times better, I say. (By the way, how cute are these Meri Meri cupcake wrappers? Couldn’t resist them at the store, they looked like spring to me). All in all it was a great low key family weekend. Couldn’t ask for a better bunch. There were movies, a lovely Easter dinner, an Easter egg hunt for my nephew (who now looks at any egg at all, even the dinosaur ones in his book, and says “chocolate”…uh-oh, that might be trouble). He also veered away from saying Gran and Gramps somewhat clearly, and it now comes out sounding a lot like “Dan and Gips”…and sometimes “Chips.” Oh the amusement of a two year old learning to say so many new words every day. It is just the cutest. Last but very not least, there was a Campbell Family Game Night that involved Pictionary and again proved why it is no surprise that none of us turned out to be artists. When your Dad’s picture of a ladybug is stared at blankly for a minute and then guessed to be a piece of cake with two candles, you know it’s bad.