To the head baker at the Chapel Hill Whole Foods,

Thank you for taking the time to read my mail. My name is Megan, and I grew up in Chapel Hill. I attended UNC-Chapel Hill for college, and I am currently getting my Masters in Public Health in Boston, MA. However, I still visit Chapel Hill at least a few times a year because my parents live there.

And lucky I am that I get to. I should start off by telling you that I am a scone lover. A lover of scones. And by that, I don’t mean just any scones; I mean your scones.

Your scones – cinnamon walnut, cranberry orange, and best of all, chocolate chip – are what initially piqued my interest in scones. Two years ago, I had no idea what scones were. I was always partial to baked goods, but had yet to discover the magic wonders of scones. Then occasionally, my mom would buy a scone from your store maybe once a week. My family liked them, so she began to buy them more frequently. Because she worked in Durham, she also bought the scones from the Durham Whole Foods, but we quickly realized that they were nowhere near as good. Now she buys them for me every time I come back to Chapel Hill meaning she meets me at the airport with one of your scones in tow.

Like I mentioned earlier, I have always loved making and tasting baked goods, but there is something about these scones that is out of this world. The sheer size of each scone may intimidate some people. Some may consume only half of the scone to compensate. For me, the size is perfect (and by that I mean, it’s the perfect size for me to have all to myself), and would only be made better if the scone were ever-expanding so I could eat this scone endlessly.

The best part is the rim around the edge that’s firm and crunchy but not crumbly. The wonderful thing about circular scones over triangular scones is that the edge part, the best part, continues on around the entire scone and is consistently good throughout. The equivalent part on triangular scones is the corner piece, and one can only enjoy 3 of these pieces until he/she must move on to the inferior edge-but-not-corner pieces.

My friends will attest to my obsession with scones. Every time I see a scone in a display case, I must buy it, no questions asked. In Boston, I have visited many cafes and bakeries and tasted a number of different scones, but no scone compares to yours. I have had friends deliver scones to me from bakeries outside of Boston, but no scone compares to yours. Around the country, I have visited many Whole Foods stores to taste their scones; but again, no scone compares to yours. I have even spoken to the head baker at a Whole Foods in Boston to see if I could unravel the secret behind these delicious scones that I could only find at the Chapel Hill Whole Foods. She informed me that all Boston Whole Foods had their scones delivered frozen from a manufacturing company and that the scones in the Chapel Hill Whole Foods were most likely locally made. Arriving at this dead end, I have settled with eating scones to my heart’s desire when I’m back in Chapel Hill and filling a pocket in my suitcase with scones when I travel back home to Boston so that I can enjoy them over time.

I have come to the conclusion that your scone will remain forever in my mind as The Perfect Scone (or TPS), and this is how I refer to it in my scone blog ( No amount of butter or sugar can replicate the masterpiece that you have created here, and I applaud your baking ingenuity. Thank you for your magnificent culinary abilities and creativity. I can only hope that one day I can make scones as perfect as yours.

Sincerely yours,