Scones are my new favourite for a easy snack on sunday afternoon when I longing for something sweet. The raspberry scones I made in September tasted great and so I wanted to try another variation. When I saw that the last apple from my parents garden started to shrivel a little bit I decided to make apple scones with some whole wheat flour, almonds and some “winterly” spices. It is not Winter now but the last mornings were ice cold, and so cardamom, allspice and cinnamon seemed to fit very well.
The Whole wheat flour and the almons at a little bit more substance to the scones and the apple balance nicely tart and sweet.
I like the scones best with some cranberry jam and a cup of Earl Grey tea.
). The description of a nutella-ish taste was so mouthwatering that I had to bake such rolls at the same weekend.
We were invited to a Brunch on Saturday. And because I don’t like to go to an invitation without offering to contribute something to eat I asked the hostess if she need something. She told me that something sweet would be nice and so I decided to bake Raspberry Scones.
Last Sunday morning I wake up and heard the rolling thunder outside. Taking a look out of the window I decided that I would not leave the house to get some rolls from the bakery. The thunderstorm that was brewing outside turned the beginning day into night again. So I decided to spend the time in the kitchen preparing a dough for a plum cake instead.
The weekend two weeks ago was very rainy and grey, and after a exhausting week in the lab I was in a really bad mood. But instead of staring out of window and asking myself where the summer has gone I decided to do something that cheers me up. Baking something is always good to brighten me up and it is my favourite cure against stress and and bad moods. To knead a dough, to feel how it develops and becomes soft and silky, to see how the dough slowly rise and to smell how the tempting aromas fill the house when it bakes in the oven relaxes me and make me happy again.
Marcel Proust connected the taste of Madeleines with memories of his childhood, as he described in “Remembrance of things past”. I do not have any associatations of the taste of Madeleins with memories of my days as a child because the first time I ate a madeleine is only some weeks ago when I used my new madeleine pan for the first time.