A moment of indulgence in another otherwise routine day.
My mum's scones, made by me. I like that some things, recipes, foodstuffs are simply mums. It's true worldwide, that some foods are forever associated with one's mother. We never ate a lot of scones, it wasn't as if they were a go to treat, but most food stuffs in my life - particularly those related to anything pastry like - are mums.
Apparently the triangular scones mimic the original style of the recipe, the cut round ones coming along later. I don't do round scones, not when I bake them myself, as then they wouldn't be mums.