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3:15 p.m. + 2003-08-17 = scone-celebrity.

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i am scone-celebrity!

so, yesterday... i altered the recipe maybe just a little (shhh! don't tell the co=op) and then i made cherry-almond scones (amongst others) today... and these are the instances that followed:

1. i was told by a woman, who has had "many scones from many different places" (in my mind, i was rolling my eyes as she said this, and thinking "hey... we're ALL scone snobs, aren't we?) and then she continued with, "but i've never had a scone this good." (ahh, bless her! praise. fantastic! and, damn right!, sweetie.)

2. former river rock patron comes in and squeels with delight from the hotbar as she stares back into the kitchen and sees me baking.... she shouts, "I HEARD YOU WERE WORKING HERE!" with delight. i nod and shrug a "yep, guess so," as i try to recall her name and normal riverrock order (tall flavour-of-the-day coffee unless it's chocolately then she'd have a vanilla latte with one shot regular and one shot decaf. and then two scones.)

"I haven't been to the River Rock since that new woman started baking... her scones are horrible, not like yours and dez's. OH! and i see you've made scones today... oooo.. CHERRY-ALMOND," she whitters to me as i'm forgetting how many quarts of flour I've put into the industrial mixer (DAMN HER!) she takes a bite and orgasms like meg ryan in film when her leading man buys her a cup of coffee... "Oh my, i guess i'm going to have to start coming here for scones every morning... and i was saving soooooo much money by not buying them everyday... so glad you're back at it!"

hmmm. am i the scone king? how'd this happen? the new owner at the river rock still uses mine and dez's recipe... it must be the attentiveness i give each lump of dough before i slice it into 7 (NEVER 6! NEVER 8!)... my cheesecake also turned out "better than tony's" (tony is the usual baker) and the chocolate cake from friday hadn't turned out, it wasn't baked long enough... which isn't my fault since (cough, cough) tony took it out of the oven, i only did the mixing.

and i'm wearing my baking-shoes again... the kellygreen oldschool vans with flour and egg and miscellaneous fruit-stains (i'm guessing they are of the frozen-raspberry variety.) but alas... i'm not working again until next saturday, so i guess this means i'll have to clean my room this week and make vo 2 and 3 of "atlas..." series.

and i was going to relay some of the exploits of last night (which were achingly funny and disasterous)but i've used up all this time talking about scones. hopefully it won't become a habit, otherwise y'all are going to get bored very quickly. i'll tell of last night tomorrow.

be patient!, beautiful people.

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