Earlier this afternoon, D was checking the biscuit and cake tins in the kitchen, muttering under his breath 'I fancy something sweet'. He was actually looking for some chocolate. Neither of us participate in the exchange of chocolate Easter eggs, so there were no surprise chocolate appearances in the flat.
It then occurred to me that I hadn't made anything sweet in the last week or so. No muffins, cupcakes or flapjacks as I had been poorly myself. So beckoned to his wish. I remembered seeing some frozen raspberries (along with some blackcurrants) in the freezer picked from the allotment last year, so I decided to make some raspberry scones. As I stirred in the frozen raspberries, the scent it gave off was really lovely, just like a fairytale Princesses perfume. Anyway, enough of this daydream. I placed the sticky oozy scones on a baking tray and into the oven and waited patiently for 20 to 25 minutes.
It was only when I got them out of the oven, I realised I had done something wrong. I remembered I had forgot to add baking powder to make them rise, as they were rather flat.