Continuing with my refound love of kitchens, after buying a baking tray, I could now actually, you know, BAKE! I've always generally enjoyed or loved cooking, but I hadn't really baked since I left australia. I'd tried once or twice in the states, but it never really worked out properly, so I pretty much just gave up.

But, scones. I love scones. I remember wednesday breakfasts with Industria in Ireland, gorging myself on scones with butter and jam. The icelanders hated them, and wished for danishes or vínarbrauð, but scones... mmmm.

So, they're super simple to make. I ate lots of them. I had Guido and Jessica, and later Eggert over to try them, but by the time Eggert got there, they were long gone.

I also made toffeees! More yummy stuff. The first pot boiled over and made a dreadful mess of my stove, but I perservered in a bigger pot, and successfully got proper toffees. I went a liiiitle bit too far to hard crack, so they're gobstoppers as they are, but with the leftovers that I poured/smeared onto a sheet of alfoil, they were thin enough that they were still crunchy but chewy. These flat flakes went wondefully with icecream for desert with my roast lamb feast a couple of days later.