FROM
MORMOR’S KITCHEN
To eat scones like the rich
Text+styling by Paul Lowe Photography by Alexandra Grablewski
I’m a huge Dowton Abbey fan. I love anything set in
the olden days in England that has some lords and
ladies in it. Throw in a Dowager Countess and I’m in
heaven. I’ve always been like this.
When I was a kid there was a show on the
telly called Upstairs, Downstairs, about
the many lives lived in a large Edwardian
house in London. The show followed the
lives of the hired help as well as the Lord.
(Sound familiar?)
I was glued to the telly and had to see
every detail. There was always a lot of
talk of scones this and scones that. There
was so much talk of scones that I was
dreaming of scones at night!
The little horror I was, I demanded that
my grandmother bake me scones. The
poor woman had never baked a scone in
her life, but somehow got a recipe from a
friend that used to live in London. While
she was baking scones, I went to work
setting the table. I found some plates with
painted flowers on them, and thought that
they were certainly scone-appropriate.
“Your scone is ready, my Lord.”
