It was an extremely relaxing weekend at the beach, with long walks in the rainy drizzle, barbecue brunches of haloumi and asparagus, and board games and golf and platters. My plans for a romantic Saturday night fish’n’chip picnic on said beach were thwarted by some aggressive spring wind, but a venue change to the couch (still with bubbles in paper cups) proved more than sufficient in comparison. Fresh battered snapper with chips doused in malt vinegar and Louis Roederer is quite the food and wine match, I can tell you.
The rainy Labour Day Monday morning was spent with coffee and friends and Settlers of Catan, and coming in hot taunting us on the family group chat were Mum’s utterly perfect cheese scones. My sister had requested the recipe a few weeks ago, which I dutifully sent her, and so then too we were taunted with photos of her fresh batch. The recipe is from Wellington’s Ministry of Food - they are, quite simply, the best cheese scones ever. I realised I’d had them on my old blog but it’s quite the travesty they aren’t yet here. So herewith, perfect for long weekends, taunting family members, or otherwise. Just don’t forget to slather them in butter.
