I think I have developed a thing for scones and biscuits. There is something about how craggy, golden, and rustic they look, feel and taste, that makes me keep coming back to them. They make home feel more like home just by their presence on the table. They may not necessarily be the healthiest of breakfasts, but in all their buttery glory, they add just a little something extra to make the morning special. A while back, I bought the Williams-Sonoma Baking Book, and in all my excitement for the many recipes in this book, this one jumped out at me first for one reason or another. I don’t know…
