I love tradition. Some people might think that I’m stuck in a rut, but I love the comfort of the familiar. I especially love traditions that are food focused. If I’m out for Sunday breakfast I’m at the Garwood Grill. If it’s my birthday, we will be eating banana Jeannie’s cake. At Boxing Day brunch I will have made quiche for my family. And if I’m together with my friend Kathy at the lake she will make me her delicious scones.

She has customized them for my taste by using craisins instead of raisins and adding orange zest. They are always so delicious and we devour them hot out of the oven. So when I was menu planning for our recent girls getaway to Gimli, Kathy knew her scones would be an expectation. Served with butter, assorted jams and fresh fruit, they never disappoint.

This is only one of the ways that my dear friend Kathy shows her love. She is so generous with her time, is always at my side for the tough things in life as well as the joyous things. I hope everyone has at least one friend like that. I am blessed to have a number of them. Here is her recipe, with a couple of notes from me. 

Kathy’s Scones

2 1/2 cups flour

1/4 sugar

1/2 tsp salt

1 tsp cream of tartar 

1tsp baking soda

Zest from half and orange 

1/2 cup chopped dried cranberries 

1/2 cup butter

1 egg

1 cup lite sour cream 

Mix dry ingredients including zest and cranberries. Mix in butter (gently with hands) until crumbly mixture. Combine egg and sour cream and stir into flour mixture. Turn out on counter and gently need till flour is incorporated. Shape dough into 1 1/2 inch round. Cut into triangles or use a glass or round cutter to cut into circles. Bake at 400F for approximately 15 minutes. Keep an eye on them as they may need much longer depending on the size. 

Kath’s quote. “Those dripping crumpets, I can see them now. Tiny crisp wedges of toast, and piping-hot, flaky scones. Sandwiches of unknown nature, mysteriously flavoured and quite delectable, and that very special gingerbread. Angel cake, that melted in the mouth, and his rather stodgier companion, bursting with peel and raisins. There was enough food there to keep a starving family for a week”. -Daphne du Maurier

Love never fails.

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