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Lobs-Lie-By-The-Fire

I lb. (4 cups) flour 1/4 teaspoonful salt 1 teaspoonful cream of tartar 1/2 pint (I cup) sour milk 1 teaspoonful baking soda Sieve the flour, salt and cream of tartar into a basin. Stir the baking soda into the sour milk, which will cause it to froth, and at once work the dry ingredients to a smooth dough with the effervescing liquid. Dredge the baking-board thickly with flour, turn the mass on it, knead for a moment or two to insure perfect smoothness, dredge a little flour over both dough and rollingpin, and roll out quickly to about one-third of an inch thick. Cut out with a cutter and bake on a hot griddle, turning the scones as they brown on one side. Send to the table piping hot, and eat with butter.

If preferred the dough can be sweetened; again, if wished, a little spice or a few crushed carraway seeds may be introduced as a flavoring.

The same recipe will be found to answer for buttermilk griddles, but in this case the milk employed not being sour, the cakes, of course, would not be "Lobs."

For the Modern Kitchen

A plain soda scone baked on the griddle rather than in the oven. Two things decide whether it works: the dough must be mixed and cooked while the soda is still fizzing, and the griddle must be at a steady moderate heat so the centre cooks before the outside scorches.

A Little History

Lob-lie-by-the-fire is a hearth spirit of English folklore, a brownie who does the household work overnight in exchange for food and warmth by the fire — a figure best known now from Juliana Horatia Ewing's story of that name, serialised in 1873 and published as a book in 1874. Attaching the name to a griddle scone is the kind of nursery joke found in late Victorian and Edwardian cookery books, where homely fireside baking got homely fireside names. The dish itself is the everyday soda scone of Scotland, Ireland and the north of England, cooked on a flat iron girdle over the fire long before most kitchens had a reliable oven. Its logic is that of a household with a milk supply that soured on its own: nothing was wasted, and the acid in yesterday's milk was what made today's bread rise.

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