Shortcakes like these hold a special place in my heart.
I think a lot of the time when people in North America think of “Shortcake” they imagine a vanilla sponge cake layered with berries and whipped cream.
But growing up in our house shortcakes meant something different. Shortcakes in my moms kitchen meant sweet, flaky, buttery, almost scone-like bundles of pastry joy, that were loaded with jam or fresh berry compote and borderline excessive amounts of freshly whipped cream…
In the summertime we would enjoy shortcakes like this for breakfast and dessert on repeat with all the fresh summer until they disappeared. Subsequently they have become one of my all time favourite indulgences. Honestly, just thinking about the word “Shortcake” gets my mouth watering, so I hope that you and your family will enjoy them as much as we always did.