How many scones do you think I had while in England? Take a wild and crazy guess.
NONE. I did not eat a single crumb of an English scone during that two-week period. Now, there isn't really anyone to blame for this temporarily broken piece of my scone-loving heart, and, having now experienced the way scones are correctly/traditionally eaten in England, I'll venture to guess that I'd have gotten some uncomfortable glares if I were to pass on the thick slab of butter and heavy cream served on the side.
Doesn't anyone here just want, like, peanut butter? I remember thinking. Ugh, I knew I should've kept that mini jar of almond butter in my bag...
If you're from England and you're reading this and wondering when this short story becomes a little happier, it's right now. Keep reading. SO, one day while we were staying in Sheffield, my family and I met some of my brother's friends for tea (because tea is a HUGE thing in England, if you didn't already know that). Already a week into our trip, I pretty much knew there was no way this quaint little tea room had anything vegan. Heck, most restaurant employees didn't even know what the term "vegan" means.
Imagine the cutest tea room with the most intricately detailed tables and tablecloths and napkins and artwork - that's where we were. We sat down at our fancy table, fit the for the Queen if you ask me, and the waiter approached us to take our orders within minutes. The tea list was as long as, if not longer than, the beer and wine list at a brewery (I guess that makes sense though, huh?). Overwhelmed and not quite sure about the strength of my love for tea, I was tempted to ask for coffee buuuuuuut went with just a vanilla tea, no milk and no sugar. Everyone else placed their drink orders, as well as their choice of scone or cake. For me? Well, I assumed the vegan options were non-existent. Much to my surprise, the sweet little old man taking our orders offered me a slice of their VEGAN FLAPJACK. So many emotions ran through my mind.
- THANK YOU JESUS.
- Wait, isn't a flapjack a pancake? So they serve pancakes?
- Contain your excitement, Haley. "Sophistication" is practically this place's middle name.
- WAIT you should make sure he's on the same page with you when it comes to the definition of "vegan"... buttermilk hides in everything in this country.
- Just shut up and say "YES give it to me now please and thank you".
After some internal wrestling with those thoughts, a homemade slice of vegan flapjack popped up in front of me.
Maybe you're as confused as I was, because isn't a "flapjack" like a pancake? I didn't ask questions, though, because why in the world would I, with a thick, cinnamon-y, sweet something sitting beautifully right in front of me? I'm not that crazy. Duh. However, I still did crave some scones. Scratch that - I still do. Like, all the time. Almost everyday.
Alright, I'm rambling. Let's wrap this up - I didn't have a single scone in England, but I made up for that sad deficit by polishing off somewhere between 5 and 5.5 of the 6 adorably petite scones this recipe creates. Hehehehe :)
Makes about 6 scones
1 bag Wholesome Chow Organic GF Scone Baking Mix
2/3 cup dairy-free milk
1.5 tbsp. coconut butter
1 tsp. apple cider vinegar
1/2 yellow peach, diced
1/2 cup chopped pistachios
Coconut sugar and sea salt, for topping (brown sugar will also work)
Oil, for the dish (I used coconut oil spray)
- Grease a small baking dish with oil. Follow directions on the bag for prepping scones.
- Add in the peach, pistachios, and raisins (if using) and carefully stir to combine. Sprinkle coconut sugar and sea salt on top.
- Bake for about 20 minutes, or until the edges turn golden brown. Set aside to cool.
- Cut into 6 triangles and serve immediately. Store leftovers in an airtight container in the fridge.