This past weekend was cold. Snow flurries and a bitter Easterly wind kept us inside. Neither Tim nor I made any plans to leave the house.
On Saturday morning, I mentioned that I fancied making some buttermilk scones. Baby Ben went down for his nap, and Tim announced,
“I’m going to make some bread.”
I pointed out (gently of course) that although we had yeast, we didn’t have any strong flour, and that it did take a long time. He could pop to the shop and get some strong flour, and he could use the breadmaker.
“No, I don’t need to do that. I’m going to make bread my own way.”
So I left him to it, and avoided the kitchen for a while.
Later that day, I did make some buttermilk scones. I used Mary Berry’s recipe, which I found here, omitting the sultanas. I had to add quite a bit of flour to make the dough workable, but the resulting scone was amazingly light and had a beautiful flavour. Although they looked quite dark, they didn’t taste overbaked. The only issue I had was the shape – they didn’t hold their shape while cooking at all, so I will experiment with cutters and sizes the next time I make them.
Tim was very proud of his bread, and asked that I blog about it. Although he vaguely followed River Cottage instructions, his mixture of flour included plain flour, chapati flour and gram flour, and his bread only had one proving. That said, all in all, it wasn’t bad. The addition of fried onions on top of the bread was delicious.
My sister, who visited that weekend, was invited to judge. She was very complimentary about both, but I think she was most impressed by the bread. Oh well.