Somewhat Like London

I made scones =) Daddy has an obsession with lattes and scones from Starbucks, so we thought we would try it out at home. I must say it was an incredible success. I even whipped up a vanilla sugar glaze to top them off. I'm feeling very Betty Crocker right about now.

As I eat my scone and sip my coffee, I'm reminded of my few short days in foggy Londontown. I didn't actually eat a scone while I was there, but you get the idea. It's already been on my mind today because of the weather. In true London fashion, it was cloudy and rainy the whole time I was there. I didn't mind because it just made sense.

I had some truly lovely times on that particular trip. I followed Jack the Ripper's bloody path across the city, I saw the crown jewels on Tower Hill, and I experienced the ethereal beauty of a choral service at Westminster Abbey. I also had some of the most deliciously authentic Indian cuisine ever at Raavi Kebab on Drummond Street, and I actually saw, in person, as in nothing between my eyes and the paper except a sheet of glass, Jane Austen's actual handwriting in an original version of Persuasion at the British Library.  I would like to offer a tip of the hat to the tour guides at Sandeman's London. My London tours were all top notch.

We journeyed one morning during our trip to Oxford, which I must say is a charming little town, and looks just exactly how you would imagine it would look. Oh, to breathe the same air as the geniuses at Oxford. My IQ went up 10 points, I kid you not. There is a little restaurant/cafe/pub there called The Eagle and Child. It was a popular hangout back in the day for the likes of CS Lewis and JRR Tolkien. I sat there wondering to myself if the inspirations for Tolkien's hobbits or Lewis' talking animals came from the bar patrons. It was a heady feeling.

I hope you enjoyed meandering down Memory Lane with me. Now, mind the gap please, and have a scone. I made one for you...