If you read between the lines of the previous entry, you would have noticed that I mentioned having had a wonderfully hectic weekend. If you’ve been reading this blog for quite some time now, you would have remembered an entry commemorating a certain momentous occasion for me several months back. And if you’ve been reading my Twitter, well, you would have probably been privy to tweets and twitpics of the preparations leading to this day.
Nope, I didn’t get married.
Following the aforementioned proposal, I had received quite a number of well wishes for my ‘engagement’. While it’s clearly understandable how many would have mistaken the proposal for an engagement, the Malay culture clearly demarcates the difference between proposal and engagement. In our culture, an engagement is marked by an official ceremony when the groom-to-be’s family comes over to the bride-to-be’s side, bearing gifts along with the engagement ring. The bride’s side will also reciprocate the gesture with gifts for the groom.
Some refer to this ceremony as a prelude to, and to a certain extent, a preview of the big day, with the bride all dressed up, and a feast thrown for invited friends and relatives. Also, just like any wedding, the degree of grandeur of the ceremony differs from each person/couple. For myself, it was a fairly simple ceremony with my family and close relatives of the parents.
Preparation and planning for the gifts, however, was a different matter altogether. Particularly when it came to the mandatory engagement cake gift for the mister.
When it was the sister’s and the brother’s turns, I had typically baked cupcakes as one of the gifts for the other side, respectively. As such, I was thrilled to finally bake cupcakes for my own engagement ceremony, and truth be told, had even sketched out plans of the execution, along with the design. And mind you, this was many months prior, shortly after the proposal. Unfortunately, I was told less than two weeks before the event, that I was banned from baking for that day. You can only imagine how disappointed I was.
But as the old adage goes, mothers know best. I found myself bogged down with last minute preparations the days leading to the event. Yet, amidst all the hectic excitement and anxiety, I craved for the calm awaiting me;– something warm, light, comforting and perfect for an afternoon lazing alone, reminiscing memories of the day I was officially called a fiancee.
And these strawberry scones proved the perfect accompaniment I needed as a sweet ending to commemorate a beautiful beginning.
2 cups plain flour
1/4 cup sugar
3 tsp baking powder
1/2 cup butter, cold and diced
1 cup strawberries, diced
1/2 cup sour cream
1 egg + 1 egg yolk
1 egg white
sugar for sprinkling
- Preheat oven to 220°C.
- In a bowl, mix flour, sugar, and baking powder.
- Rub butter into the flour mixture until it resembles coarse breadcrumbs.
- Stir in the strawberries, sour cream, and eggs.
- Scrape the mixture (it will be very sticky) onto a floured surface, and knead the dough lightly, patting it to a rough circle approximately 1/2 inch thick.
- Score the dough into 12 wedges. Brush the surface with egg white and sprinkle sugar onto the top.
- Bake at 210°C for 10mins, then 220°C for 10mins.