Once when my mother-in-law visited, I told her about a great cranberry scone recipe I found and had been baking. I was thinking she’d like them, and I should bake a batch while she was here.
But before I told her of my idea, she responded by telling me that when she was in Ireland she had fresh baked scones every morning for breakfast.
My mother-in-law is a topper. My husband’s a topper and my older son is a topper. No matter what you say you had or did, they had it or did it better.
I must admit I’d rather be in Ireland enjoying scones by a woman who probably made them all her life. There was no competition there. I was topped.
However, my enthusiasm to bake scones vanished with her remark.