When I first had these scones we were visiting friends in Michigan. It was a busy mostly sleepless trip and I remember time pausing when I had my first bite of one of these warm, cinnamon-y, almost graham-like, seriously wholesome scones. That sounds like a line I was paid to write for a commercial, but I honestly can't lie about the way time nearly sludged in the most wonderful way when I filled my body with one of these--topped with butter, jam and almond butter. This magical scone luck just continued to unwrap when I discovered the recipe on an amazing blog. (This is your cue to visit it promptly.)
I kind of love that I only somehow share recipes of baked goods (seems scones are common) and more often than not those recipes have come from my visits at another's home. There's something more profound to that pattern that I should travel to.
This recipe promises full smells of cinnamon (I can pleasantly attest to this) and calls itself a "breakfast scone," which is honestly genius. I am guilty of making everything about dessert (you may know me to say things like "it needs chocolate"), and this scone is an amazing canvas for every breakfast condiment you've ever loved, let alone so wonderfully tasty as is. As usual the creation of a dough, the way the butter sticks to your hands, the actual forming of the scones themselves--the whole process has me completely in love. The process is as poetic as its portrayed on film, and that's probably why I can't stay away. After receiving a food processor from my mom for my birthday last year, I am astonished at how simple scones are to make. If I'm not making scones weekly by the time I'm 30, someone slap me. These beckon to be a habit. And for sure a way to fill your kitchen with company (big and small). Today I wish I could fill my kitchen with the smell of my Grandma Peggy's company and perfume. I will have these for breakfast for the rest of the week with my coffee and sip to her.
Bake these. On a Thursday, a Saturday, a Wednesday night. The weekend might appeal to you, but seriously you'd probably need them more on a week day anyway. I know I did. Maybe enjoy some cards (dutch blitz all DAY) or heck, even Mario Kart (despite my inability to be a good sport with that game).
My mind wanders to the same things these days; our upcoming travels, our move, the ocean, mountains, foreign-ness. Today it wanders to baking these on the other coast. The constant and the variable both delight me. I don't wander any further.
(In case you missed the link at top, the recipes for these Honey Oat Breakfast Scones can be found here.)