My grandmother is one of my ultimate cooking heroes. She’s up there with Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall and Rachel Khoo. I cherish the memories of being a wee lass and sitting on the counter/kneeling on a chair/standing on tiptoes at the counter/wearing the new apron that we sewed (confession: I still wear it) helping her shape biscuits, sift dry ingredients, cream butter and sugar, and eventually doing the whole thing myself. Never pushy, never impatient, ever happy to answer the many mundane ‘why granny, why?’ questions, she was – and still is – the ideal culinary instructor. She’s been making these cheese scones for yonks, and for a person who isn’t the biggest fan of savoury scones these sure do okay. Actually, you know what, I’m going to go out on a limb and say they’re actually the bees knees. Continue reading
