Every Labor Day I remember a neighbor named Esther. A dear and very talented woman, I once asked what she did on Labor Day. I always labor on Labor Day, she said. And now, so do I, in her memory.
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Had been telling myself all week that it’ll be September soon and time to bake scones again.
Labor Day weekend’s goal was peppery olive oil scones with Parmesan cheese (from this book).
NOTE added 5 Sept.: This recipe is made specifically for olive oil, not butter. It is not a simple substitution! Read remarks in Alston’s introduction, available here as she specifically discusses substitutions!
Remembering I’m not fond of whole wheat (wholemeal) flour in this recipe I used plain, and decided to try Greek yogurt instead of soured-with-lemon milk.
Big mistake because Greek yogurt isn’t nearly as runny as buttermilk or plain yogurt and the dough wouldn’t form into a ball.
I added milk several times, albeit in tiny amounts. That overworked the dough.
I used a different combination of herbs, and didn’t get enough to add much flavour.
The just out-dated flour and baking powder probably didn’t help.
At least they didn’t burn! 😳
Neither did the loaf of wheat bread I threw into the machine this afternoon. Mind you, I almost forgot the salt. And the paddle – an essential if you expect the machine to do any mixing or kneading.
Ah! Home-made bread to toast in the morning.
On the sewing front, am making progress with the winter fabric, washing and loading into large zip plastic bags. Now just need to do a bit of a sort and it should be done. Unless I find another pile in some deep, dark corner . . .