Several days ago, Eliza bought a scone from Starbucks on her way home.  It was a hectic day, and so just as she came home, we had to go out and run some errands.  Sadly, the scone was left at home.  It met a horrible end as it was eviscerated by our feline children.  It's delicate crumbs were unceremoniously scattered about the kitchen floor.  This tale, I related to Grace.  She took pity on my story and decided to make it all better.

She dropped by just now and dropped off a bag full of fresh from the oven scones.  Still warm, the delicate nature of them is made all the better.  The dried cherries are like small drops of jam, surrounded by fluffy crumbly scone goodness.

I know, you wish you were me right now.