King Arthur got me again with their emails. I am like a yellow chubby little sitting duck and they just fill my butt with buckshot because I am so slow-moving and easy to hit. This is just getting ridiculous!
This is the recipe in the original form.
Naturally, I could not leave well enough alone. You know, because I never do. Also, my back hurt, and I had PMS and my children were acting like total lunatics and Mr. Smith was working late, so I skipped the cinnamon filling. So sue me. I actually thought the cinnamon filling would push the cinnamon ratio too far over the top, so I decided to leave it out.
I love me some cinnamon, but too much of a good thing is still just too much.
Now, let's talk about scones.
I have never really been a fan of scones. They are
True confession, sort of: I may or may not have eaten three of these for dinner. Look, I was left alone. There was so much going on and well, I was weak.
I would imagine these would be lovely with some orange zest glaze and some mini chocolate chips. Oh brother, here I go again!