If you ever find yourself in ND and have a hankering for sopapillas, they're called scones up there. Slightly different texture, but darn near the same thing. Mmmm, mmm. When I was in college, my friends and I would pile into my beat-up 78' dodge pickup...whose floorboards were rusted out, and drive the 18 miles in the sub-zero middle-of-winter to the Trappers Kettle for warm scones , and what else? pepsi!
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