Getting the Measure

I had to do a spot of measuring today.
I was baking scones. This is not something I do very often, in fact hardly ever. But I am entertaining five ladies for tea on Wednesday and thought it better to practice today and freeze the scones if they looked edible rather than leave it until the actual day and have a fiasco on my hands.

Scones are hardly difficult to make, but their shapes can be challenging.

It's not really the sort of thing I do to have ladies for afternoon tea, but these are ladies of a certain age living in the vicinity of the Dower house, who would most likely appreciate well turned home made scones and tea in china cups.

I shall try and oblige and pretend I'm something I'm not.

I will have napkins and milk in a dainty jug, and will remember to bend my little pinky outwards when raising my cup to my lips.
I will have jam and butter in little containers, since it would surely spoil the effect to have jars and a plastic tub of butter marring the gentility of the arrangement.

The scones are out of the oven and look very home made. Do you think this will be acceptable? I don't think I can bear all that cloying dough on my fingers again, and flour from here to yonder.

These bowls needless to say are not mine. My scones would surely have turned out more professionally had I owned them and not my 50 year old alternative implements.