
For my husband, vacation means one thing: Time away from the city, preferably in mountains that have views of the sea and the smell of sage. Last summer we decided to go whole hog and guzzle up the concentrated beauty of northern California, with a swing through Big Sur, quite likely one of the most extravagantly lovely places in the world. And there I met my Vacation Scone, the scone for weekend mornings and special breakfasts, the scone that doesn't pretend to be anything more or less than a massive fluffy treat, craggy and crisp, laden with summer fruit and stained with juice.
If you're going to make just one scone, let me explain why this should be the one.
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