Oh man, you guys really have me wanting a scone now. I always get them at our local fair and they are made and served by a bunch of sweet little old ladies with white hair wearing aprons. They are warm and sort of salty, baking soda taste to them, dense, yet light. Smothered with melty (not melted!) butter and homemade raspberry jam all oozing out the sides as you bite into it, causing you to gulp your bite quickly so you can chase the ooze with your tonge before it gets wasted. YUM!! Is it time for the fair yet??
Oh, and it is Pop up here in the greater Seattle area for sure.
When I was traveling across Europe with an Australian friend of mine, we had searched out and found the last loaf of bread at the bakery before they shut down for the day. We were quite relieved as we were hungry and food was hard to come by during the siesta hour. As we sat down to eat our lunch of bread and cheese, she commented that the bread was "well spotted". I immedietly stopped eating and starting looking for the spots, suspecting mold, of course! When she figured out what I was doing we both had a good laugh. She of course was praising my ability to spot the last loaf of bread in the store! Language is a funny thing for sure, and we had many more laughs before our travels were over.