Scone.
It's a joke that requires telling in person, see, because when you tell it you make a racecar sound — as in, "That cake was going so fast it's gone now. Vroooooom!" And you slur the words "it's gone" so they sound like "scone." Of course, the joke also really only works when British people tell it, because they pronounce scone with more of a short "o" sound.
OK, so the joke's lame. But the scone at Fiddlecakes, the vegan- and celiac-friendly bakery featured in this current dining review, is out-of-this-world delicious. Zoooooom!
Made from owner Lindsay Beckner's grandmother's recipe (hint: the butter has to be real cold), the pastry straddles the line between sandy and moist, evaporating in a mysterious vapor of sweet butter. Poooooof!
On my visit, the scone was about the size of a kite and laden with brie, figs and apricots. It was supposed to be my dessert, after a panini with ham and blueberry mustard, but I couldn't wait. I took one tiny sneak of a pinch. Then another. Then another. Then....
Scone. 'S gone. Vroooooom!