My sister, Lana, makes the best scones that I’ve ever tasted, so when Mick, the camp manager and typical British bloke, was moaning about wanting a scone with his tea, I knew who to write to for the recipe.
There’s no shortage of butter in these babies.
A mix and a pat and they’re ready for the oven.
Baking is hardly an exact science out here in the bush, but I managed to follow her basic recipe well enough to produce a piping hot, soft and crumbly scone to appease the most potent British hankering.
Delicious, or sconeylicious as Lana would say.
Home doesn’t feel so far away when you have a freshly baked scone stuffed into your mouth :)