Some mornings just call out for decadence. Slow mornings. Morning that include coffee made from fresh roasted beans paired with freshly baked something or other. The sun streaming in between the curtains, creating a painting of it’s own across the table’s surface. The kind you can rest your hand in and feel it’s warmth as you slowly sip your morning brew. Slow mornings that include BUTTER. As they should.
These aren’t the regular buttery scones you might be used too. Too finicky for me. Also too finicky for slow lazy mornings. As luck would have it, they just happen to be a healthier take on the classic.