We were interrupted throughout by Miles (6) working his way through a Roald Dahl joke book, so I’ll include one for atmosphere:
“What’s invisible and smells like bananas?”
“Monkey burps!”
*laughs hysterically*
Doug was employed to dust the worktop and a large greaseproof baking tray with flour; he produced some ‘modern’ artwork in the process, but we got there eventually. Then Rory emptied out the rough dough onto the surface and pressed it down gently to around 2cm thick. As all the cutters are packed, we used a plastic cup to cut out, which was probably better for fingers anyway. The scones were then arranged, with a bit of space between them, on the tray. Then for the most exciting part of the process, apparently: wearing the oven gloves!
Just 8-12 minutes is all these bad boys need to get risen and golden; ideally they need moving to a cooling rack immediately, to stay crisp, but that was left to me as the boys were busy with important train track business. They were soon back when the smell wafted out, and we tucked into the lovely crunchy topped scones with a bit of butter and a corn on the cob, which I have a freezer full of following an apparent panic buying session when they were on the Aldi Super 6 deal.
onion; I'm not really a gadget person but I find this bit of kit fantastic for avoiding grated fingers, and it is testament to its usefulness that it has avoided being sealed away in the ‘Kitchen Non-Essentials’ box. My job was to restrain little brother Doug (22m) who was sampling both cheese and raw onion with equal gusto.
Rory then stirred the onion and cheese into the flour until it was “totally lumpy and looks like cheese sick”. He then poured the milk carefully into the cup measure and, less gracefully, into the mixture. As we only had a scraping of mustard left, we employed a Grandma trick by pouring the remaining quarter cup of milk into the mustard jar, and various boys took turns shaking it to within an inch of its life. The resulting yellow mustardy milk was added to the mix and the whole lot stirred just enough to combine.
Eleanor Wheeler