Home for Blueberry Scones

I’m a New Yorker which means I just need to walk a lot.  It’s 12 minutes to the subway in the morning, down steps, up steps, up more steps.  I think about how hard it is for someone a little overweight, with a broken foot, with a stroller.  So when I had to get stitches between my toes last week, I had a taste of what it’s like to hobble around.

Deciding it was easier to keep my feet up and on the couch in the suburbs, I went home to Ellington.  It’s like being at a B&B. My mom had coffee and scones ready on Saturday morning.  I love the warm scones on Saturdays and it’s become somewhat routine.  In January, Briana made them for us in DC.  They were delicious and I probably ate one too many.  Thanks for the TLC this weekend, Mom & Dad.

Bravo On Demand (that is 5 Top Chefs, 4 RHOC, 2 ROBH, 1 MDL and a Portlandia, phew, wasn’t sure I was going to get through it all!), scones, Chinese for dinner, then omelets delivered to me today?…let’s just say it was a wonderful weekend with my very sweet parents.

Thank you guys!

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