In an attempt to come to terms with the fact that I am no longer a bartender and thus can’t justify said hours, this morning (a Saturday no less) I woke up at 8:30 and then made orange almond scones.   I admit I may have over-corrected a bit too much to 50’s housewife, but I can’t deny that 10am’s scones are a whole lot more pleasant that 1pm’s hangover.  

In an attempt to come to terms with the fact that I am no longer a bartender and thus can’t justify said hours, this morning (a Saturday no less) I woke up at 8:30 and then made orange almond scones.  

I admit I may have over-corrected a bit too much to 50’s housewife, but I can’t deny that 10am’s scones are a whole lot more pleasant that 1pm’s hangover.