Food has an uncanny way of making everything better. It also has the ability to make things infinitely worse – you’ve had a shocker of a day then to top it off discover that you’ve run out of a crucial ingredient just before it’s gotta go in the oven/drop the whole thing on the floor/burn your mouth on it (one of the worst.food.crimes.ever). But, this post is not about the ‘incidents’ we’d rather forget. Let me explain how one unassuming scone turned my week around.
The first half of last week was a why-does-the-man-in-the-sky-hate-me-so-much kind of week. One that you look back on and cringe at how much you overreacted/ how self-absorbed/immature/shallow you were. So what did my ‘shocker’ of a week look like? Continue reading





