I bet it won't come to you as a surprise that I'll be writing on scones. Yes, scones, those scrumptious round things the English eat for tea with their jam and tea.
Well, since it's the holidays, I thought it would be a good opportunity to pick up some handy skills, like cooking to keep yourself alive. With the advent of the internet, you can get recipes pretty easily.
I found 'Cameron Highlands: Scones Recipe' with a link to download some scone recipes.
The iconic tea plantations of Cameron Highlands. Picture by TS Bok here.
This is the site : Click me.
And this is the link for the recipe file : Click me too.
(it's a pdf file so you'll need Adobe Reader)
I walked out to the shops to get some flour after looking through the recipe, since we didn't seem to have any at home. The ingredients weren't too tough to get, and it seemed deceivingly simple to bake your own scones.
So I got the ingredients ready, measured the flour and everything meticulously, beat my eggs, heated up the oven, the usual stuff. The recipe called for two tablespoons of sugar and half a teaspoon of salt for taste. I didn't take any pictures here since my hands were sticky with dough.
Apparently, the key to getting good scones is not to overmix the dough mixture. It has to clump together jump nicely without being too saturated or you'll get tough scones. Right, everything looked set for baking. I stuffed the tray in the oven for about 15minutes. It didn't take too long for the aromatic molecules of smell to diffuse through the air. It actually smelled pretty good (and actually edible!).
The oven bell went 'ding' and with anticipation I opened the oven door and pulled the warm tray out, with my lovely little scones sitting proudly and puffed up. There were a luscious golden hue, screaming EAT ME! in nice little rows.
As soon as it was cool enough to eat, I popped one in my mouth with great relish. I had done everything right, so rightfully, it should taste pretty darn good. I sat tensed, eagerly awaiting the burst of flavour that would soon erupt and take me to pastry heaven.
Well, let's just say it wasn't what I expected.
Simply put, it was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
My expression must have looked like this :
It turns out I mistook sugar for salt, and salt for sugar. There must have been like 10 times more salt than was needed so I had to gulp down cups of water. Darn it. I did everything else right but messed up the salt and sugar.
The only thing I could do then was to throw them away. But not before I took some pictures. Since I wouldn't be eating them anyway.
Real scones are supposed to be a little taller and rounder. I don't know what mine are supposed to resemble.
They look so good, but taste just so bad. Bah, the irony!