Okay, this is not my picture. But this fruit scone you see here...yeah, that looks exactly like the scone I had with my tea last night. Pretty much the best thing in this world! I will never again be able to enjoy - what I assume to be - an "American" scone.
Betsy and I went down to Looe yesterday to check out the fish market and to go to the bread shop. ...There should really be more bread shops in the world. I could have stood there for hours, handing over my money in exchange for their yummy doughy goodness. I didn't realize these were the real deal scones until Betsy ordered them to go and to be honest, I didn't think too much of them at first sight. She said that they're the best scones she's ever had. Mark and I are right there with her now, though, it wasn't hard for them to beat out the sugary, dry shit we pass as scones in the states. Cut these babies in half, spread a little butter and some jam (we used the muscadine jam my dad sent Betsy as a gift), get yourself a cup of tea and you'll never want to eat another thing for the rest of your life. Truly a moment I hope to relive very very soon.
...I need to get myself back to the bread shop...
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