I’ve recently been feeling pretty nostalgic about the glorious period in my life when I lived in London. I lived in a flat over a pub called the Prince of Wales, while I wasn’t quite brushing elbows with the Queen, I still like to think that I was neighborly with the royals.
Let me tell you, my little Anglophile heart was all a flutter as I wandered the streets and tubes of London for those blissful four months. Of course, I was a student so I ate like a student (whatever was super cheap or free) but on the rare occasion I would go off with friends to have a proper tea, it was always a lovely experience. Unfortunately, I don’t remember the exact petit fours or the funky little finger sandwiches that were piled high in decorative pastry towers. On the bright side, I do remember the delicate, crumbly scones.
I recently went about my mission to recreate the scones from my tea-times past. After a few false starts and a few bags of flour, I think I finally found the way to make scones that would certainly be found around my old Kensington stomping grounds. Now that I’ve perfected my scones, I’ll just wait for the Queen to respond to my invitation to tea.