Trump's in the White House, the Russians are encroaching on Ukraine, the EU is hemorrhaging members, and there are Americans in the House of Windsor. Someone has to maintain standards. I was just on my own recipe blog, the 2014 Recipe Project , in order to make a cheesecake. (My daughter is home from college and my husband just submitted his final grades -- end of academic year rituals ensue.) But on that recipe blog an important item is missing. Scones. I can't remember the first scone I ever ate, but I can call up some delicious moments, many of which took place in England. At Henley-on-Thames after a long spring trek. At St. Martin-in-the-Fields in the Crypt Cafe in London. Outdoors near the Borough Market with Tina our former Thai exchange student. Having tea and scones -- or even a cream tea, with that thick clotted cream -- is a ritual for my family. Talking with Tina (who lived with us in 2011-12 and is now practically a medical doctor) via facetime the other d...
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