Where I live (NW corner of California), the so-called scones I can buy are dense, heavy, dry things that I can only eat with lots of lubrication, thus my selection of butter and jam. They might do as hockey pucks, at least for a few whacks. But I'd like to try an authentic one some day to see what the fuss is about.
Linguistically speaking, in both small-town SW Ohio where I grew up and the relatively remote and rural pocket of California where I live now, you'd better pronounce scone to rhyme with stone if you have any hope of anyone knowing what you're talking about. *g*
And though I've been reading British fiction for decades, I still have no idea what cream tea is. *headtilt*
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Date: 2013-09-27 08:00 pm (UTC)Linguistically speaking, in both small-town SW Ohio where I grew up and the relatively remote and rural pocket of California where I live now, you'd better pronounce scone to rhyme with stone if you have any hope of anyone knowing what you're talking about. *g*
And though I've been reading British fiction for decades, I still have no idea what cream tea is. *headtilt*