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Well, would you look at that! Yesterday was Saint Patrick\u2019s Day, and how fitting, I\u2019m writing about scones! Which are Irish, of course – and, well, also Scottish, and English, and generally British, but anyway, they\u2019re Thatapproximatepartoftheworldish, at least. I should quit while I\u2019m ahead.<\/p>\n
That\u2019s right: I\u2019m celebrating Saint Patrick\u2019s Day with a health-food-store scone from central Oklahoma. Cheers!<\/p>\n I started from the scone recipe in my book, because it\u2019s my favorite basic scone. For my first go, I decided to replace the entirety of the recipe\u2019s usual white flour with whole wheat pastry flour, and let me tell you, in case you ever considered such an idea, do not do that. The dough was so heavy that it could hardly rise in the oven, and texture- and flavor-wise, it was a stunning approximation of particle board. Actually, if I\u2019d been trying to develop some sort of a mix for instant homemade particle board, it would have been a real sensation. As it was, though, when I gave one to Brandon and asked if there was anything redeeming about it, he took a single bite and, before even swallowing, mouthed, and I quote, \u201cNo<\/span>.\u201d So I tried again, and this time, I used a mixture of flours: 50% white, and 50% whole wheat pastry. I also added an additional tablespoon of sugar, because I find that the dark, savory qualities of whole wheat flour can tend to drown out sweetness. Anyway, IT WORKED! The scones are sturdy but light, biscuit-like but not as rich, and they taste just enough of whole wheat to feel hearty, warming, right. I don\u2019t know what the Irish would say, or the Scottish, or the English, but I think it\u2019s my new scone.<\/p>\n\n<\/a>
\nWhen I was growing up, my elementary school was near a health food store called the Earth. It was not a large place, nor was it fancy. It was not Whole Foods. It was small and low-ceilinged, lit with fluorescent tubes and lined with vitamins in brown bottles and beeswax chapstick and sesame bars in plastic wrappers, and it smelled like lentil soup. There was a cafe at one end where they served sandwiches and baked goods, and sometimes, after my mother picked me up from school, she would take me there for a snack. It was pretty forward-thinking of her, I now realize; Oklahoma City didn\u2019t, and still doesn\u2019t, have a lot of places like the Earth, places where you could buy natural cheeses or soy milk or jojoba shampoo. Not that I cared so much about that stuff; what I cared about was the carob brownie they sold at the cafe, and the bottle of lemon-flavored Crystal Geyser sparkling water I was allowed to wash it down with. (This was the early 80s, and the world had only just<\/span> gotten flavored sparkling water. It was a heady time.) My mother, for her part, would get something similarly fine: a whole wheat scone with dried apricots. For me, it was not a likely love – there was no carob, no sparkle, no fizz – but as I got older, I had to admit that my mother was onto something. She knew what was what. I still think about that scone today.<\/p>\n<\/a>
\nYou\u2019re going to like them. I swear. The Earth brought them in from a place called Lovelight Bakery in the nearby town of Norman, and my mother liked them so much that she would sometimes special-order them, a dozen at a time, and stash them away in the freezer to be meted out over a number of weeks. Unlike some whole wheat pastries, they weren\u2019t paperweights masquerading as food: they did taste delicately of wheat, but they were tender, fine-crumbed, even heading toward flaky, studded with tangy apricots. I haven\u2019t had an Earth\/Lovelight whole wheat scone in probably twenty years, but a couple of weeks ago, I was sitting in a meeting when I had a sudden vision of none other. (Some people get their ideas in the shower; apparently, I get mine while zoning out in meetings. In fact, the idea for this book<\/a> came to me in a weekly staff meeting at my previous job. What looked like dutiful note-taking, tra la la la la, was actually a rough sketch of the table of contents.) Clearly, I needed to make a whole wheat scone. So when I got home, I e-mailed my mother to see, by chance, if she had the recipe, and when she didn\u2019t, I decided to work up my own.<\/p>\nWhole Wheat Apricot Scones<\/h2>\n \n \n <\/header>\n\n