My love for scones happened the first time I ate one when I was about 13. A new brunch spot opened up near us and the moment my mom and I walked in, my eyes landed on a fluffy, crispy triangular thing behind the display case that I never saw before.
I remember the first time I ever had a scone. There is this little cafe in the shore town my parents live in and my mom and I popped in for a treat. I was probably 12. There were these beautiful rustic mounds of pastry deliciousness that I’ve never encountered before. But, I saw chocolate chunks and I had to take the chance.