Summer is waning, evening breezes are blowing a little chillier and winter is now inevitable. So where to go for a little escapism? Palm Springs, of course…
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Call it subconscious, call it serendipity, Independence day was the last thing on my mind when I whipped up these aromatic strawberry shortcakes. On a sunny summer weekend filled with the Tour de France, Wimbledon, and a huge basket of long-awaited Washington State strawberries, I made some scones on a whim to mop up the juices from my umpteenth bowl of the scarlet fruit.
My mind was on Wimbledon, where strawberries and cream have been a courtside tradition since the first Wimbledon tournament in 1877, and my native Scotland where scones and fruit are a summer staple. It was Mr V who noticed the entirely unintentional, but apropos creation, adding some bursts of sweet-tart blueberries to the mix and into our open mouths as we watched Nadal lose to Novak Djokovic.
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