Now I want biscuits from the Biscuit Eater in Mahone Bay!

What are they like? I've never heard of the Biscuit Eater.

It's a little cafe/bookstore in Mahone Bay, and the last time I was there I had the most nummy biscuits and a great spicy lentil soup that I keep meaning to try to recreate. Their biscuits are similar to scones in tastes but have a crustier outside and slightly different texture inside. I had one, and instantly wanted to eat twelve more.

Their biscuits are similar to scones in tastes but have a crustier outside and slightly different texture inside.

Yum! I've been experimenting with different proportions of cream and milk in my scones for different textures. The first all-cream ones (before I replaced my baking powder) were so rich, they were almost reminiscent of pie crust.

WTF? They put it on hiatus for months, plan to show it on Wednesday a couple times and then move it to Monday for the finale? That makes absolutely no sense.

ION, can my local postal workers be any more clueless? I live in a duplex of sorts. The upstairs and downstairs are separate apartments with separate entrances. I live in the downstairs. After getting tired of the post office putting packages for me on the front porch, I put a label on my mailbox that said "Enter Downstairs, Lower Level" In response, they started putting my packages on the raised side porch that clearly goes to the upstairs apartment. So, I put another label that said "East side of house". This had absolutely no effect. I'm at a loss as to what to do next. I'm tempted to put another label that says "East=towards the lake" but I doubt it will help.

Occasionally I'll get a postal worker who can read and figure out cardinal directions, but they inevitably get transferred to a new route quickly. The only time I've had my stuff consistantly delivered to my door is when there was no one living upstairs and I printed up signs that said "Apartment A" and "Apartment B" on them, with directions to my door on the "A" sign. But then someone moved in upstairs and took down my signs. I've asked the landlord a couple times if he could put some form of permanent labeling on the doors, but he's been reluctant.

Though at least the side porch is kind of hidden and is better than when they wedge my package into or under the mailbox where it's clearly visible from the road. When they do that, I can sometimes tell I have a package from a block away.

. And then I started making scones with crystallized ginger in them.

That reminds me, last week I tried dark chocolate with crystallized ginger in it. Sooooo good! Ginger can overpower some foods, but the dark chocolate held its own.

I have to put a bandage on my finger. Do I want bacon, pirates, sushi, or devil ducks?

Bacon. Duh.

Unless it'll make you try and eat your finger.

Lately I'm all about the savory, and thanks to all y'all I am now jonesing bad for a cheddar cheese scone. Which the campus fancy-pastry place stopped selling a few months ago. Mournful now.

Pretty sure that won't happen.

Bacon it is.

When I was in New Zealand, I got what seemed to be a perfectly innocent scone, which turned out to have bits of ham in it.