The pastry parade has done a synchronized kick line past my desk at work every day now, and the pastries are most likely wondering what I’m bringing to the party. Doughnuts, lemon tarts, cakes, and pies throw themselves at me, Beauty & the Beast style, when I go into work three times a week. Since pastries do have a tendency to upset my stomach, I have to take it easy when a cupcake shakes its sugar-coated mane my way and roars. But I do like a sweet treat, which is why, instead of important files, my cabinets at work hold a neatly arranged assortment of Red Vines and gum drops.
Lately, however, I’ve been craving something made with strawberries, so I found a recipe for strawberry scones online that leaves my tummy feeling less rumbly. And, I think they could make a respectable addition to the pastry parade at work.
When I started to bake the scones, and the aroma kicked its legs out of the oven as a kind of opening act—Nate asked if I used real strawberries, which made me wonder what other kind of strawberry imposters might be out there. Of course I used real strawberries! I just don’t have time for the nonsense of kidnapping a pint of blueberries and painting them red, then dunking them in a bowl of sesame seeds.
I did, however, follow the Strawberry Scones recipe I found online from the skinnytaste blog, but I didn’t have buttermilk, so I used plain Greek yogurt, which meant that my batter was a little thick. To solve this problem, I added a few tablespoons of skim milk to thin out the dough. Since my scones were still a little on the thick side, I baked them for 22 minutes, instead of 18.
The scones were not too sweet, but they did have a nice tart taste to them thanks to the Greek yogurt. I’d probably add a bit more sugar to the batter next time—and sprinkle more on top as well. Nate added powdered sugar on top of his scone, and he said it made the flavors come out more. This convinced the cat to stick his nose in the powdered sugar that spilled onto the table. I’m not sure what effect this will have on the cat, but I’m betting it might not be pleasant.
Having scones mid-morning was such an event that Nate called the occasion “very British,” and he needed to make tea. When he pulled out the really strong stuff, I panicked because Nate can’t handle caffeine.
Me: That has a lot of caffeine in it.
Nate: I know.
Me: Your stomach can’t handle that much caffeine.
Nate: I know.
The last time this happened, we were in England. Nate ended up drinking and/or eating things that had caffeine in them. That evening, we decided to take a lovely night tour on a double-decker bus, but Nate missed out on all of the landmarks because he spent the tour in the bathroom of the double-decker bus—and then shortly after, in a Burger King bathroom in London. So now, if Nate looks like he’s going to go down a dangerous, caffeine-laden path, the code words are: Double Decker Diarrhea!
But these words did not deter him. I’m hoping the scones will even things out because tonight we’re going to see Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness, and I’d hate for Nate to have to spend the entire movie locked in the multiverse of the water closet.
Your Turn: What’s your favorite mid-morning snack?