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on June 15, 2015

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Blueberry Scones

Today we celebrate President's Day but I am not one that is celebrating the current one in office. I am offended, embarrassed and exhausted by his behavior. Just keep telling myself, "IT 's not a matter of 'IF' but 'WHEN'." And I won't elaborate on what IT is.... Moving on to something far better....food! Found this recipe for Creamy Blueberry Scones on Shannon Ables fabulous blog The Simply Luxurious Life It is one of the best blogs out there. She has written a couple of books as well and I have both. Do drop by. Better still, subscribe while there and you will have a treat in your in-box nearly every day. Scones tend to be dry and heavy sucking all moisture from the inside of your mouth. People fawn over Starbucks but I am not very impressed by their baked goods. Even their lemon loaf - shocking, I know. This recipe is so darn quick and easy it is hard to beat. I only made one change and that

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