Rock cakes


When I was working, as with most people, I was time poor.  Weekends would come and go with the blink of an eye lid.  They were, usually, filled to bursting point with activity but, sometimes, on a rare occasion, we would wake up to a leisurely Sunday morning.

On these mornings, I would like to get up and make scones or rock cakes (or on even rarer occasions, Maus would make pancakes).  It was amazingly wonderful (and decadent) to have a freshly made scone or rock cake for breakfast.  It is how I dreamed retirement would be.  I would have the time, and the inclination, to make whatever I liked, whenever l liked.  Well, I have been retired four years and these are my first rock cakes. Continue reading