Yes, I know it’s a dreadful pun but I love saying that! And don’t get me started on jokes about bean soup….
So, at weekends, I often walk around London: heading down to the river, going to street markets, open air events or whatever this busy city has to offer. Not one for taking exercise for it’s own sake or even for the good it allegedly does me I am fond of a reward for the effort. That reward often comes in the form of a sweet treat, I’m lucky not to have a very sweet tooth but there are occasions when only something sugary will do.
One such occasion occurred last weekend when I was wandering down Columbia Road in desperate search of a cake shop. The wonderful Lily Vanilli is closed on Saturdays and there was nothing around of sufficient delight to tempt me. When eating cake it must be good cake, why waste the calories on a slice of dry Swiss roll? Then the rain started. Columbia Road is an awkward walk from my home, shortish but no direct public transport and as I’d washed and carefully dried my hair I hailed a passing cab and rode home in it.
Still no cake, so I made some scones. Scones are quick to make, indeed the less you fuss about rolling them out, the lighter the finished scone will be. I use a food processor to make the dough, mixing the butter into the flour with short burst of power then adding yogurt or soured milk, the acidity improving the action of the baking powder. You can add raisins, orange zest, dried cranberries, cinnamon there is a pretty much endless list, or if you prefer omit the sugar and throw in about 50 gms finely grated, strong cheese, topping the scones with a little extra cheese before baking.
If you do go to Columbia Road on a Sunday Lily Vanilli’s bakery is not to be missed.