Ingredients
3 1/3 cups all-purpose flour
2 teaspoons baking soda
2 teaspoons cream of tartar
2 teaspoons superfine sugar
4 tablespoons (1/4 cup) unsalted butter
2 tablespoons soft vegetable shortening
1 1/4 cups buttermilk
1 egg, beaten, for an egg wash (optional)
1 large lipped baking sheet or half sheet pan
1 (2-inch) biscuit cutter, preferably fluted
1 Websters Dictionary
1 Lewis Carrol classic
1 Charles Darwin Classis
2 Jane Austen Classics (One has to be Sense and Sensibility
Directions
Preheat the oven to 425 degrees F and line a large lipped baking sheet with parchment paper.
Put the flour into a bowl with the baking soda, cream of tartar, and sugar. Chop the butter and the vegetable shortening into pieces and drop them into the flour. Throw the books into a papershredder(even the dictionary)[1].Rub the fats into the flour - or just mix any old how - and then pour in the buttermilk, working everything together to form a dough.
Lightly flour your work surface. Pat the dough into a round-edged oblong about 1 3/4 inches thick and cut out 2-inch scones with a biscuit cutter. (Mine are never a uniform height, as I only pat the dough into its shape without worrying whether it's irregular or not.)
Arrange the scones fairly close together on your lined baking sheet, and brush with beaten egg (to give golden tops) or not as you wish.
Bake for 20[2] minutes, by which time the scones will be dry on the bottom and have a relatively light feel. Remove them to a wire rack to cool, and serve with clotted cream and your favourite jam.
Make Ahead Note: Scones are best on the day they are made but day-old scones can be revived by warming in oven preheated to 300 degrees F for 5 to 10 minutes.
Freeze Note: Baked scones can be frozen in airtight containers or resealable bags for up to one month. Thaw for 1 hour at room temperature and warm as above. Unbaked scones can be put on parchment-lined trays and frozen until solid. Transfer to resealable bags and freeze for up to 3 months. Bake direct from frozen, as directed in recipe, but allowing extra 2 to 3 minutes baking time.
Alfred waited eagerly in the kitchen scarffing down all the ice cream that was in the freezer. "Hey _ it's almost ready!" America yelled, which was completely unnessessary being that she was sitted at the kitchen table reading the last of her much loved classics. _ was in a state of depression, being forced into shredding her other classic's as well as her dictionary all for the sake of the redicious recipe.[3]
The fire detector flared, as black smoke came seeping out of the sides of the oven. At this point America was armed and ready with a fire extinguisher.[4] The timer on the oven went off, and Alfred pulled the oven door open hosing down everything inside. "What the bloody hell!" Her directed her gaze to the now foam covered oven, and ran over to it. Another blonde helpped himself out of it, this one however was covered in sout, and foam. He also had thick eyebrows, emerald green eyes, and a military uniform.
"Hey Britain! Glad you could join us!" Alfred said wrapping his arm around the new arrival, leading him over to _. "Unhand me you git!" Arthur shrugged America's arm off of him. "Whoa! Calm down." He walked over to her side, "Yo Britain, I'd like you to meet _. She baked you here." _'s face flushed as she tried to ignore what was happening, digging her face into her book, 'Pride and Prejudgice'. Arthur walked over to her, and held out his hand to her, "My name is Kirkland, Arthur Kirkland." She eye'd him up and down once over before taking his hand. "_." He smiled, and knelt down pressing his lips to her knuckles.
Arthur pulled out a chair taking a seat near her. He cleared his throat and folded his hands on the table. "So do you know how we got here?" He asked her, trying to keep himself from yelling at Alfred, who was currently raiding the refrigorator. She explained the situation thus far, and he examined the cookbook. He was shooked to hear that _ actually followed these ridicious cooking instructions, that caused Alfred to choke on the burger he had in his mouth, due to laughter.
England rubbed his chin deep in thought as he examined and re-examined the oven and the cookbook trying to think of someway this could all be logicially possible. In actaulity, no, none of this phausable in the least. He connected his fist to an open palm. "If this is magic, I'll need my associate here with me. Would you mind baking this for me?" Arthur flipped through the book and showed her the page for 'Romania Sarmale.' She nodded, and followed shortly by a gulp when she noticed one ingrediant inparticular.
OTHER:
[1] Writing this made me have a giggle fit.
[2] The actaul recipe is 12 minutes, but we know Arthurs horrid cooking so ya I made it 20 minutes.
[3] Sorry reader, in this your a big book worm. (Please don't take offense to that comment, since I'm kinda a bookworm to though I can't read for to long otherwise I fall asleep)
[4] Growing up dealing with Arthur's cooking, it's plausable that he'd know how to use one.