Rosie's Scones

An Affair With Scones

A scone is a unique and comforting food item I will always adore. My initial taste of scone was in New Zealand in the 1970s, and with that first bite, I was captivated.

Years later as an Air Force wife, I found myself sitting at a scrubbed pine table in England, being offered the most delectable of scones. With jam and cream. With a pot of Asaam leaf tea. And all of this delightfulness was being served to me by an English lady who soon became my best friend. Rosie. Rosie’s scones and the tea she served with them were so good that I asked if she would teach me to make them. I hesitatingly asked if she used measuring cups and spoons. She smiled and answered quite kindly that, no, measuring cups and spoons would not be needed, as the ingredients would be weighed on a scale.

What! A scale…

To this American, the scale resembled something out of Dickens, and I felt a bit anxious about trying it. So on the day of the lesson, I brought my cups and spoons while Rosie provided a book of conversions. Our first step was sorting out how much of everything we would use. I still have the scrap of paper I scribbled our measurements on, as we studied and experimented and tasted. The result was, I have to say, unbelievable. Delightful. Scrumptious! From that day 22 years ago, Rosie’s scones, and her fame, have spread far and wide.

Do try them. Do not think about calories and fat content – you are forbidden! It must be savored as is, and without the least bit of regret. May you enjoy your scones, and may you be lucky enough one day to meet a friend as dear as Rosie.

 Rosie's AGA where the scones were baked! Still looking for the photo, and eventual recipe, of said scones.