I’m afraid avin an ology don’t enter into Minks. I myself am a qualified pissologist, with honours may I add.
Back in the dark ages, (pre Trelawney days) when Kernowland and Jannerland were engaged in deadly conflict over just this dispute both the clotted cream and jam miners fought each other to an exhausting standstill finally agreeing to an uneasy armistice that is still extremely uneasy to this day.
Cream being the undisputed favoured ingredient has to be lavished on the scone up to heights exceeding 18 inches and will simply not stay on with a flimsy foundation of jam.
The original reason for this dispute was thought down to the fact that in the mining of the clotted cream the Kernowlanders discovered tin, this apparently turned their heads to pure profit and they ignored the old sacred ways, they simply didn’t mine enough cream to build a scone to the required height, hence the abhorrent practise of dare I say it CREAM RATIONING
this was accomplished by the dolloping of jam on first making it impossible to accomplish the regulation height.
Meanwhile in Devon we carry on with the tradition as well we can and indeed take pride in building the biggest cream scones in the entire universe. I myself have a personal best of 24 1/2 inches which took some pretty strong will power I can tell you, the desire to scoffit was almost unbearable but I was strong with the force that day and prevailed, very proud of attaining my 5th Dan in the ancient art that is without a doubt a religion down here
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All the above is absolutely true, honest injun, cross me heart ,true as I’m riding this one wheeled bicycle
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