Things taste better when you make them from scratch. I believe that in theory--really I do. But I woke up this morning and it was snowing. I pulled on jeans and wandered into the kitchen of my mom's new house in the mountains. There was a note announcing the presence of hot coffee, weighted down by a little brown paper bag of scones mix*. Three quarters of a cup of water and 12 minutes later, I was sucking down steaming scones and coffee while looking out at the swirling snow. All thanks--as the Human Vacuum put it--to "an assist" from Sticky Fingers Bakery.
*In my defense, the Sticky Fingers people are pretty tetchy about the fact that their mixes only contain stuff you could actually have in your cabinet. Except, y'know, that I've never actually had black currants in my cabinet.