I’m going to continue 2016 with yet another breakfast / brunch option, though this one is nowhere near as healthy as the zucchini muffins I posted about. Cream, butter, chocolate paired with strawberries… these scones are pretty indulgent if you ask me. Before 2011, the only time I had had scones was from places like Starbucks or no name bakeries. They were hard, kind of chalky, weighed down by those disgusting hard sugar granules on top. I much preferred muffins and never gave them any thought.
Now in 2011, Maheen and I got to visit Malaysia, which was such a fantastic trip, and we got to visit the Boh tea gardens of the Cameron Highlands. Lush hills swallowed by fog and clouds, just chilly enough to wrap yourself in a shawl and curl up with a good cup of tea and some snacks. The best part was a tour of the tea gardens and standing on a deck right above the gardens. Now I know this wasn’t a “discovery”; the whole thing was very touristy and every space was staged, but it was beautiful none the less.
New year, new you, right? I’ll admit, there can be something magical about Winter (when it cooperates). Snow softly falling, twinkle lights wrapped around bare trees, and the idea that we can start fresh. For years I’d be all in when it came to resolutions, promising myself that THIS year would be the year. I’d be healthier, learn to draw / play the guitar / master this skill or that, and in general just be a better / cooler version of myself. And of course, EVERY year, I’d break that promise to myself. I’m sure many of you have had very similar experiences. So I started taking a different approach.
As you guys may have noticed, I’m trying to put what’s really on my mind into my posts these days. This is part of a personal initiative to just be more reflective, and stay true to my inner self. It’s so easy to get caught up in our privilege and petty complaints that we forget to be grateful for what we DO have. Though it’s been a pretty mild winter in Minnesota, it’s still winter and pretty damn cold out. There are so many people that go without shelter, coats, food, and basics during this time. If you take nothing else away from this post, please take this. Every time you pull on your warm down jacket, or turn the heat on in your car, or breathe that sigh of relief with a warm cup of coffee or tea, think about how not everyone has access to this. Just take a few minutes, and think about how what we consider basics are luxuries for so many others.
I’m not usually a morning person. Since I’d rather sleep in, I also usually never have time for breakfast. At least not the balanced breakfast that we were taught to have in elementary school that touched every major food group and was based on some triangle.
The breakfast I have usually involves coffee in some shape or form, depending on my mood or the weather. If it’s raining and cold and miserable, I drown myself in a hot mug of coffee with just a little milk and sugar. If there’s a hint of a cool breeze in the air with a touch of excitement, then I turn to a spiced chai or latte. If it’s sweltering and humid and I am berating myself once again, “Why do we still live in this awful city??” then it’s a (very) large glass of iced coffee with a shot of some flavoring. But this post isn’t about coffee, it’s about the disappointing / sugar rush inducing pastry that nearly always goes with it.
Now I may be too tired when I first wake up to get breakfast, but by the time I stumble off the train near work, I’m starving and need something to go with my coffee of choice that morning. This usually leads to a donut, or muffin, or apple tart, or a bagel, or whatever is available. And no matter how many times I’ve been disappointed in the past with the hum drum, nearly tasteless, why-does-it-turn-to-mush-in-my-mouth muffins, I still go back. Something is seriously wrong with me. Until now.