Yoghurt Scones

When I woke up this lame, foggy Sunday morning with the intent of baking it wasn't the 'Joy of Baking' on my mind. It was an attempt to cleverly disguise my desire to spoon heaps and heaps of kalamansi curd into my mouth. I figured Husband would probably look at me funny if I ate a whole jar of it with simply a spoon to accompany, and while his strange looks wouldn't prevent me from doing so alone, it'd also be pretty unhealthy. And those ten pounds aren't going to work themselves off. So, I decided scones would be the best approach.

When I was younger my mother made these delicious scones using yoghurt as the main binder. They were bitchin'. (At least as bitchin' as a scone can be, right?) I have absolutely no idea where this recipe is or where she found it, or even if she developed it herself. I decided to adapt a recipe I had lying around and see how it turned out. I exchanged white whole wheat flour for all-purpose, reduced the sugar, and substituted plain yoghurt as the binder. They turned out fabulously. They rose perfectly, browned nicely, and were moist and delicate inside. Holler!

This helped the fact that I broke a nail while doing the dishes afterwards.




*Tangent/Rant ON*
As a person with naturally long nails, I always get irritated when people make fun of me for breaking a nail. If you do this, you're a jackass. Just so you know. The reason this aggravates me so is because whenever I break a nail, I don't get upset because 'Agh! My hands are no longer beautiful! Woe is me, chop off my fingers so I don't have to look at my hideous uneven nails!' I get upset because it HURTS. Like a son of a bitch. Whenever all that tender flesh protected by the nail gets exposed it kills. I'm not asking for your sympathy. I keep my nails long out of choice. Just please refrain from being a douche bag and mocking a person when they say they broke a nail. Or I'm going to mock you next time you stub your toes. Jerk.
*Tangent/Rant OFF*

The two ended up pairing beautifully. I can see many a happy Sunday morning going on with the help of some scones and curd.


Yoghurt Scones

Makes 8 Wedge Scones

2 cups white whole wheat flour
1/4 cup sugar
1 T baking powder
1/2 cup butter + 1 T melted
1 egg
1/2 cup yoghurt, (flavored if you desire)

Preheat Oven to 400 F

1. Sift together dry ingredients. Cut in butter until uniformly small crumbs.

2. In a small bowl beat the egg. Combine with melted butter and yoghurt. Add to dry mixture. Use a wooden spoon or your hands to combine the dough.

3.Once it comes together knead 8-10 times in your hands or in the bowl. Shape into an 8 in. round. Cut into 8 wedges. Place on ungreased baking sheet/parchment paper/Silpat.



4. Bake for 15 minutes.




6. Top with shameful amounts of citrus curd.

Pizza!

I found a use for last night's defunct pasta sauce. Pizza subs! They were super tasty and you should totally try them out. Plus, for bonus points, super friggin' easy. So easy certain men in the Pacific Northwest region could easily do them (you know who you are, S.).

All you have to do is slather a sliced sourdough roll with herbed butter, pop it in the oven on 375 F for a couple minutes, long enough to melt the butter, layer pepperoni slices, meat sauce, more pepperoni, and some whole milk mozzarella. Toss it back in the oven on broil, DON'T walk away, as soon as the cheese is melted and browned a bit take it out. Put the other half back on top, slice, enjoy.

Quickly, make them! Get messy hands and have tomato sauce run down your chin! It's so the in look right now.

Pasta à la Disaster

Tonight was a standard night-before-grocery-shopping dinner. Pasta with red sauce and meatballs. Easy peasy, right? Blah. I am THE world's worst meatball maker. I really have no idea what I do wrong. Maybe they're too wet, they're too big, the yummy bits inside aren't chopped up small enough. I don't know. I do know, that I suck at it. I've tried it a few times and I've failed miserably each and every stinkin' time.

Tonight, of course, was no exception. I'd already finished making the red sauce (packed with cremini mushrooms, yum) and was attempting to cook up the meatballs in a skillet. They proceeded to fall apart almost immediately. There was brief moment there where I was all, "Oh yeah. I can totally do this." And then blop. There goes my cute little spherical meats turning into broken pieces of blech. Whatevs. I'll just toss it in with the sauce and pretend it was supposed to be a meat sauce all along.

Only problem was, there was way too much meat in the meat:sauce ratio. And of course since it's the night before grocery shopping not the night after I have no other tomatoes in the house. It was a very interesting dinner, saved only by the last piece of Kalamansi Tart. It was delicious. I did learn a little trick though to kick up a red sauce, champagne vinegar.



It really adds a nice little angle to the flavor profile. I'd highly recommend it if you've got some lying around. Just a splash or two in the pan really does the job.