If someone dropped your food on the floor, would you eat it? Probably not. But that's not what I'm talking about.
As I mentioned a few weeks ago, I've been reading Lawrence Durrell's The Greek Islands. There's a passage I read about English Corfu society...
From almost everywhere in the town one can hear the characteristic click-clock of the ball on the bat, and the rounds of applause. Once upon a time it was mingled with the stately popping of ginger-beer bottles, which as ritual objects, together with drop scones, lingered on in the coloured marquee until about 1937-38. (page 22)
This reminded me of a cafe board I spotted in the Kefalonia town of Lixouri on our Greek Islands tour of 2007, and I can clearly remember Tony making a joke about the 'dropped scones' on offer.
At the time I'd never heard of drop scones or indeed, dropped scones, and had forgotten about it until I read the passage quoted above. So a short Google search later reveals they are small pancakes, similar to what we call in Australia pikelettes.
Pictures from our 2007 tour of Greece. Left; approaching Lixouri on the ferry. Right; Pero's cafe board with dropped scones on the menu.
