Sunday morning scones

I love scones on a Sunday morning. I suppose scones on any day would be good, but I develop my strongest cravings on a Sunday. Usually at that stage of the morning where it is still early enough to believe you'll get a lot done, so you have time for frivolous baking. Or when the emptiness of the day and the threatening week looms strong enough to warrant an escape into the steaming comfort of a fresh scone.

Alternatively, it's also on my top five breakfasts you can present to anyone in bed...

Today, I found myself tired of the floury, desiccating scones that invariably resulted from my last few attempts. So I looked around for a new recipe and found a promising one from Sophie Grigson. Happiness.

I substituted the buttermilk with yoghurt, maybe added a bit too much caster sugar, but the results were fantastic. My Greek neighbour came running to my room a few minutes later - "That was amazing! What did you do? Can you do it again?". Feedback is good.

Soft, light, fluffy, almost sweet. They should be lovely with jam, but today was just butter and cheddar.