I first fell in love with scones when I helped my grandmother make them when I was a child. Moving from China to South Africa in the 1930s, she learned the art of scone-making from a Scottish neighbour shortly after moving to her new home. I adored cutting them out, and watching them rise magically in the oven. A still warm scone with clotted cream and strawberry jam always transports me back to that childhood moment.
As a local freelance writer (read my work for The Georgia Straight), I have the privilege of pursuing my passion for food on a regular basis through words. Scone Queen finally fulfills my dream of sharing my grandmother’s lovely scones with everyone else in the city (although part of me still wants to keep them to myself).