In an attempt to replicate a scone that I had at Cake Flour in Louisville, I have been crazily testing out every scone and biscuit recipe I know. Just cream tends to make things a little chewier, more bread like. Just butter doesn't do the job either. So I have decided a combo of cold unsalted butter and heavy cream do the trick. What I loved most about this infamous scone is that it was not sweet. I don't like sweet at all. Even when a piece of fruit is too sweet I spit it out. I have this whole theory that my body is trying to ward of diabetes, which runs in my family, so it rejects anything excessively sweet in attempts of saving my life in the future. Yes I know, strange. Anyway, above are the biscuits I made for dinner. Tomorrow, I will add some scone like ingredients such as lemon zest or chocolate chips in an attempt to recreate the deliciousness.
I feel as though the weekends fly by and I don't have a moment to do much of anything. It is a huge challenge for me to step back and relax at the end of the day given that my daily to do list tends to be longer than what most people consider humanly possible. Maybe I should start there and limit myself to no more than 3-5 things a day. Regardless, Reese and I went on a walk in the woods past a DO NOT ENTER: DANGER sign. People often think I am crazy when I tell them where and when I go walking. I walked every single day of the ice storm, including through it. I just love to be outside.
And here is my kitty Bleu (like the cheese). Today she got to go outside and was the happiest kitty on earth. I think the temperature and sun today provided a much needed dose of nature's antidepressant.
