I bet you thought I’d be posting some kind of cinnamon sugar-topped scone today, right? Gotcha. Instead we’re doing a savory scone. I’ve had enough of sweetness for now. Until, you know, tomorrow.
This is supposed to be a healthy scone. It still is, relatively speaking. It isn’t a triple chocolate scone, for instance. But I was worried that it would be a little bit bland, so I went ahead and added a few strips of bacon and a crispy shredded-cheddar topping. These both ended up being excellent choices, although I’m not going to claim too much credit for that. Having the idea to add bacon hardly makes me one of the great thinkers of our time.
Some people call all savory scones ‘biscuits’. Although I was tempted to research the differences between the two and offer a definitive classification, instead I got lazy and decided to say: screw it. Call them whatever you want. A rose by any other name, and all that. Eat them with softened butter, or, if you want a little bit more spice like I did, some ketchup mixed with adobo sauce from the can of chipotles. Better yet, whip up a pot of spicy tomato soup and let the scones fulfill the function of a grilled cheese sandwich. I all of these things, and they were all delicious. Although only one of them led to an accidental self-portrait.
Actually, I lied. I am going to talk about the scone vs. biscuit issue, because here’s the thing: it pisses me off. What is the point of getting your knickers in a twist (sometimes I get strangely British-sounding when I’m annoyed) about a naming convention? Why does smoke pour out of some people’s ears when someone dares to call their bean stew a ‘chili’? Bean chili is delicious, and if you’re going to get all huffy about the whole “it only counts as chili if it doesn’t have tomatoes or beans” issue, you’re missing the entire point, which is: shut up and enjoy your food. These scones would go great with chili, incidentally (both traditional and bean-including varieties).
I’m not claiming that names aren’t important – of course they are. If I invited you over for cake and instead gave you a bowl of chili, you’d be absolutely right to be confused and irritated. But if I offered you this scone, and you insisted on getting all pedantic about the scone-or-biscuit issue, I’d probably withdraw the offer and give the scone to someone I felt deserved it. And you’d be missing out.
