It is dawn in the Baggaraggs. It is a quiet moment in bed where Grace Tenderstitch thinks of the strange things that have come to pass. Her body aches, and she stretchs her legs into the cold spots of the bed. Prunella Fig-Pink is gone. Melted like the Wicked Witch into a puddle onto the floor. There is the question about what to do about the return of Peg-Leg the Pirate. Her crew has been scattered. She was captured in the melee and locked in an errant birdcage, suspended by a rusted hook in the library. No one heeded her calls for freedom, and Murray had already begun to grumble about the smell of a rat in the house.
It is deeply winter. Grace rises and makes a fire at the kitchen hearth. She feels her Father's memory and maybe his spirit as the fire is built, and comes to life. It is one of the things about the winter that she loves, the crackle of the fire and the smell of the wood burning. The life of the fire talked in spits and crackles. Grace did not reply. Her energy was low and she struggled to honor the slow season of winter, hating to hibernate, worried that it would not pass. It was a walk in the dim shadows of depression that always visited in winter. Grace did not like it, railed against it, instead of honoring its purpose.
She turned from the fire and began the process of making the scones while the residents of the Baggaraggs slept. Here is her recipe:
2 cups of flour
2teaspoons of baking powder
1 tablespoon of sugar
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 stick of butter
2eggs, well beaten
1/2 cup of heavy cream
1 cup of dried cherries or cranberries or blueberries, or what ever the summer has left you.
Preheat the oven to 425
Butter a cookie sheet. Mix the dry ingredients together work in the butter with a pastry cutter or your fingers until the mixture resembles coarse meal.
add the eggs, and the cream. Stir it up and Knead for a minute or two. Pat the dough into a round about 3/4 of an inch thick. Sprinkle with raw sugar and cut into wedges. bake on the cookie sheet about 15 minutes.