Blueberry scones remind me of my grandmas. Still to this day my paternal grandmother makes the best homemade scones. Now even at 21 years old I still love them. In fact, when my little sister requested some for her birthday this year I was extremely jealous and upset that I hadn’t thought of it first. For days the delicious pastry sat on the kitchen counter, taunting me. I was actually relieved when my sister finally ate them all. Yes, it is certainly a very special treat when Grandma T’s blueberry scone appear at my home.
The best part is that it’s always a surprise. I’m never know for sure when Grandma is going to bake but when she does it is always the best sort of excitement. While all her baking is amazing blueberry scones are her best and my favorite.
Grandma Sharon, my maternal grandmother was an amazing woman. And although she is no longer with us, I think of her daily. This morning I stopped at a local Forza coffee shop to get my usual a grande, triple shot, nonfat, iced white chocolate mocha with a treat, a blueberry scone and as soon as they handed me the scone I was instantly taken back to being sixteen.
What should have been my junior year of high school I was enrolled in an alternative school that was held at a local technical college. Every morning Grandma Sharon would drive to school and on the way we would stop at the same coffee shop. While my coffee order has since changed their blueberry scones thankfully have not. While sipping on my white chocolate Frappuccino and eating my scone I would chat with my grandma about everything and anything.
Driving with either of my grandmas has always been special to me but in that moment with my coffee and pastry I was content and not anxious which was a rare moment for me at that age. That’s something both my grandmas have always had on me, a calming presence.