On the hunt for the perfect scone
My mum was a master at making scones. We used to have a small cafe when I was younger, and we had a little stream of regular customers who miraculously timed their visits for just when the day's batch of scones was coming out of the oven. They were perfect! Perfect for me means being able to hold its shape well enough to be cut in half without crumbling but light enough that you can break a chunk off easily with your fingers and not too much like bread. I'm not a bad baker; I can whip up a cracking…