N bought English clotted cream which, of course, called for warm scones for tea. I found a recipe on NY Times and satisfied my craving for British-style scones! When I order scones in the US, they do not serve it with clotted cream! Apparently it’s because the American-styles ones use more butter and sugar and British-style is more plain.
This week I’ve been feeling immensely homesick. In particular, I really miss my mum. I regret not going in August before they mandated visitors to pay for the hotel quarantine fee. But then again, if I had went we would not have been able to get married on our original wedding date, nor find our current apartment to move in to.
This time of Covid-19 is a difficult and emotionally burdensome. Hopefully I can visit home next year.
When I take my morning walks around the lake in Prospect Park, I think to myself how I can’t wait to show my mum and take walks with her when she visits. She would love this park.
On Sunday I trekked to Chinatown for yumcha with some friends.
And had ramen for dinner with the husband in Prospect Park. So good!
