A drippy wet dreary morning.
Perfect for baking Scottish Oatcakes, don't you think? I could imagine sitting in a damp cool castle in the green Highlands snuggled down in front of a toasty fire which dries the bone-chilling dampness out of the air. Maybe there is even a bagpipe playing in the distant background. Definitely there is a plate of oatcakes.
Or you know, maybe I am just sitting on my own peaceful deck watching the summer rain drizzle and drip through the trees in the company of my Pickles with a plate of oatcakes.
Alluring in its simplicity, the humble oatcake has stolen our hearts. Not quite a cracker, not exactly a biscuit. Not entirely sweet like a cookie. Almost crisp, yet slightly tender, and completely perfectly oat-y. We like to top ours with peanut butter or honey. But jam would be wonderful. Or apples and peanut butter. Maybe apple butter when the Fall season officially arrives? Rain or shine, oatcakes have earned status as a favorite among the Pickles!