I love scones. Really, even bad ones thrill me to bits. So I've long wanted a perfect recipe for them. I've tried several, including some very fussy ones, and nothing has every turned out quite right.
It's them. The perfect scones.
Now, I did make a couple of changes, just based on preference. I substituted buttermilk for the milk (because I had it around and needed to use it up). I also omitted the chocolate chips, since Mark and I both prefer fruit scones, and used a lemon's worth of zest and a good handful each of dried blueberries and dried cranberries instead.
They're so freaking good. So good, in fact, that I made them again tonight. But this time, Mark took pictures.