When we got back from New Orleans on Monday night, our place was cold and the fridge was empty. Though we were home, it just didn't feel like it. Perhaps the sudden change from festive parades and Southern hospitality was simply too harsh a transition, but regardless, I had to shake the feeling. I went into the kitchen and despite having little to work with, I made Barefoot Contessa's Cranberry Orange Scones. Immediately things shifted, and with the aroma of freshly baked scones, it felt like we were home.
Most mornings I eat a simple breakfast - cereal, toast, or the occasional egg. But sometimes I crave something that truly satisfies, in a way that warms me from the inside out. I always get nostalgic around this time of year. I'm reminded of my childhood, when the last days of ...read more