Chocolate Chip and Orange Scone
From the origins of America to neo-suburbia, wealthy bastions of the modern city are dotted with gathering spots like the Buttery. Strollers collide as Lululemon clad figures converse about the endless importance of this or that. Amongst this crowd stands the humble scone reviewer, once more out of place and in need of a pastry to fill my quota. Approaching the counter, it is clear that any item I select will lack subtlety. I finally settle upon a chocolate chip-clad scone, which promises hints of orange.
Moving to more isolated confines that allow me to focus on my subject, I turn to my prize. I am greeted by gargantuan chocolate chips intent on escaping the boundaries of this moderately apportioned golden pastry prison. A conservative smattering of sugar on top appears ready to balance the potential bitterness of the chocolate. The scone boasts superb degrees of gilded shine, beckoning me to take a bite.
I start from the corners where crunch should be guaranteed. In general, cuneate scones live and die by their corners. The Buttery bakers will be relieved to hear that their creation passes muster. Without an excess of chocolate and through the combination of pointed form and proper baking, each of the three corners are sublime combinations of crunchy and sweet scone goodness.
Initially unnoticed, the scone is bifurcated by a fault line that allows me to tear it asunder. In this degraded state, the flaws are revealed. While the inside is soft in texture, flavor is lacking. There exist only the subtlest hints of orange. An inconsistent dispersion of chocolate chips somehow still manages to approach excess. However, the true downfall, as with so many scones before it, comes by way of dryness. It is stifling, broken only by yet more chocolate.
Richard Yates describes the calcified soul that, driven mad by suburban ennui, falls into decay. Where once there was assured harmony, now there is only discord. Similarly, I found myself presented with an expertly produced crust and thoughtfully selected chips that promised a bright future. Yet, the excellent outer belied a barren inside that carelessly dispensed with this order. Once I had finished the scone, I was left with fading remnants of my earlier euphoria, and mild nausea.