You're looking at a large yellow gold beast, AKA a kiwi cheese scone, sitting on a white stoneware plate. It dominates the plate and the small bowl featuring two hefty triangles of butter next to it. If you were to lift this scone, you would feel its heft. This scone sees cheese and says give me more! You know that if you tapped the top of this scone it would make an ominous hollow sound that, if you know your cheese scones, promises a delicious crunchy top with a soft interior. Also on this table, admiring this scone is a yellow tea cup sitting on a blue saucer. A frankly inferior looking stainless steel teapot and milk jug containing just enough brew to wash down the scone. Elsewhere on the table is a comedic book from 1936 about Gardening and my notebook that I was using to jot spotted notes. It's brown covered and nondescript, unlike the scone of might. Which is easy to descript. It is majestic.
You're looking at a large yellow gold beast, AKA a kiwi cheese scone, sitting on a white stoneware plate. It dominates the plate and the small bowl featuring two hefty triangles of butter next to it. If you were to lift this scone, you would feel its heft. This scone sees cheese and says give me more! You know that if you tapped the top of this scone it would make an ominous hollow sound that, if you know your cheese scones, promises a delicious crunchy top with a soft interior. Also on this table, admiring this scone is a yellow tea cup sitting on a blue saucer. A frankly inferior looking stainless steel teapot and milk jug containing just enough brew to wash down the scone. Elsewhere on the table is a comedic book from 1936 about Gardening and my notebook that I was using to jot spotted notes. It's brown covered and nondescript, unlike the scone of might. Which is easy to descript. It is majestic.