Once upon a time in a far off land there were two groups of people - One was called The Eng and the other called The Scot. The Eng were a proud people that frequently traveled the country side as vagabonds in search of purpose. The Scot were a pleasant people that spent their days at the base of a hill working the land to feed their people and not venturing beyond what they could see. This land had become known as the Happy Valley because of its beautiful green fields and pleasant people.
One day, while wandering the hillsides above the Happy Valley, The Eng happened upon The Scot by chance and were amazed at their happy demeanor and cheerful joy of working in the surrounding fields. The Eng made camp for several days at the crest of the hill unnoticed by The Scot, in order to watch and observe The Scot people as they arose early each morning and to the sounds of soft, sweet music headed out into the fields to gather grain.
One day, one of The Eng children wandered down the hillside unbeknownst to anyone and was soon seen tugging on the long skirt of one of the field workers speaking Eng-ese, which was quite foreign to the female field worker. But taken by the big brown eyes and bright smile of the beautiful child and naturally feeling compelled, she turned and reached down to shake the child's hand, even though she did not understand where the child had come from. With no fear, the child put his arms around the lady and hugged her with ease and for both there was an instant connection.
Soon from above, the natural mother of the child was amazed as she became aware of what had happened and quickly shot down the hillside in haste as everyone now noticed each other and for a short moment there was tension. But as the two ladies eyes met with the beautiful child holding on with one arm and reaching for his mother with the other, there were soon three in the silhouette and smiles for everyone.
Gradually, one by one, each of The Eng began to rise and move down the hillside as if a play was unfolding, where they were met by the welcoming Scots and soon there was music throughout the land. That evening, The Eng provided the milk and butter while the Scot crushed the grain from the field and over an open fire in a cast-iron griddle there was born the Scot-Eng which became the Sco-eng which later became the Scone.
That little child was known simply as Micah The Eng
Micah's Scones (a poem) by Sweetie Biscuit
When
I wake up in the morning, I turn on the coffee maker,
Then wander to the front-porch to find the morning paper.
Mama
has now arisen and begun to mix the batter
Listening with a smile to all the children's chatter.
The
table is set as I read the morning news
As everyone arrives and sits where they choose.
Micah's
Scones are done and stacked on our plates
I say a short prayer to begin another day
Its
Snickerdoodle this morning, it was Choco Chip the day before
I can't wait for tomorrow, for what Micah has in the store.
"Dah wha two widow boys wiving in dah countwy side near a smaw viwage wiff a BIIIIIIG stone at one end of dah town wheh once a BIIIIIIG Scottish king was cwowned "King of dah Scots". Dah viwage was called Skohn and it was inhabited by widdle Scottish pepoh dat shaped dah houses into twiangles, wounds, sqwahs and diamonds. It twas dah most bootiful viwage in alllll dah wand.
One mowning when evwyone was sweeping, dah two widow boys decided to gadda alllll dah fwower they could find and miwk dah cows and chuhn dah buttah and mix it all togedah to make a special bwekfast for allllll dah viwage pepoh.
Day mixed wit dah widdle hands and pounded wit dah widow bodies and shaped dah most bootiful widow biscuits you would eveh want to see. Because day wah so bootiful dah pepoh decided to call dem Dah Skohns. (Dah bootiful Skohns )
Dah widow boys wah sooooo pwoud and sooooo happy dat day danced in dah viwage sqwah wit alllll dah pwetty wadies till day tuhned to widow pebbows dat soon tuhned to sand and bwew allllll over dah wand spwedding Skohns evwywheh.
Dah was one widow gwain of sand dat came to widow Micah's house allllll dah way off into anodder wand and ewen dough Micah was just a widow speck of wife he saw dah sand as his fwiend and adopted it and took it evwywheh. As time went by, dah widow piece of sand became Micah's best buddy and he vowed to make Skohns dah bwekfast of dah wand."
Micah's Scones - Sung to the music of
"At the Hop"
by Eltone Joanie
(In unison)
You
can fry em you can bake em you can give em you can take at the shop
You can eat em you can feed em you can tease you can seat em at the shop
You can find em on the shelf and they're in ten different flavors at the shop
(Shout out as the song continues) Micah's Scones
(split off into harmony)
You
can sift em you can knead em you can pound em you can shape at the shop
You can toss em you can spread em you heat em you can dunk at the shop
You can find em on the shelf and they're in ten different flavors at the shop
(As
the music continues, shout out at each eight bars
)
Micah's Scones
Micah's Scones
Micah's Scones
The History of Scones as told by Jae Gee
It is generally assumed that Scones originated in Scotland where they used a fine white flower, sour milk or buttermilk with some sort of raising agent. They were either baked in the oven or on a griddle in the form of a small cake. In the beginning, they were quite plan served with butter, preservatives and thick cream much like a warm biscuit. Today in places like Scotland and England the varieties are virtually endless. Potato Scones, drop scones, ballater scones, wholemeal scones, soda scones, treacle scones to dried fruit scones of cranberries, currants, raisins and the list goes on.
Chef Micah has entered the fray by adding chocolate chips, chocolate toffee, white chocolate chip, butterscotch chips, peanut butter chips, snickerdoodels as well as cranberry and pumpkin. More on the sweet side, they are wonderful with either tea, coffee and or cream as a delightful snack or dessert.
Scones
to Go by Chef Micah