Ever since I moved to Vermont, I've been driving a lot more than I used to. It's not day-to-day driving that's increased, but the longer car journeys to visit family and friends at home. I've been bouncing back and forth for the various holidays and birthdays that seem to be stockpiled between November and April.
I enjoy going home, but I'm not fond of long car rides. I decided that I needed a little treat during these treks, which led to the birth of scone and cappuccino car rides. At the beginning of each trip, I treat myself to a warm, tall jolt of caffeine to keep me awake and a scone because I love them and need something to go with the cappuccino.
I usually start sipping the coffee before I've even made it from the coffee shop to the car, but I always stash the scone for later. After a few hours when all my music starts to sound the same and the scenery becomes dull and drab, I reach for the scone and break off a corner. The first bite is always a crescendo of excitement for a much needed diversion.
Unfortunately, not all scones are created equal. In fact, some scones are downright dry and flavorless or heavy and overly iced. So you can imagine the wave of disappointment I experience when the scone I've been saving stinks.
A scone should be delicate and moist on the inside, speckled with sweet currants or other fruits and nuts, lightly sprinkled with sugar and baked to a light golden brown. It's even better served with clotted cream, jam and lemon curd.
After too many dud scones, I've tweaked my scone and cappuccino tradition. I bake a large batch of scones, then thaw one for each car ride, guaranteeing a delicious scone each time. I'm tempted to bring a tub of clotted cream and jam, although I'm sure my steering wheel will end up slicked with grease and my pants spotted with jam.