No, this is not a baking blog.
I know what you’re thinking; “The Rosetta Scone,” what a strange name for a blog, and you’re absolutely right. It’s a terrible pun which really doesn’t seem to make sense as a name for a writer’s blog, so maybe it’s best if I just explain where I got the name from.
Obviously, The Rosetta Stone is pretty well known as being an important piece of literary history, as opposed to my blog, which carries no historical significance. Also, I was born in a little town in South Africa called Rosetta, so that further proves “The Rosetta Scone” is a perfectly good name for my blog.
That only leaves the “Scone” part. I could’ve just called my blog “The Rosetta Stone,” but I’m sure that’s taken already. I didn’t bother to check, but it sounds pretty generic anyway. So I knew I couldn’t call it The Rosetta Stone, so I needed to find a word that rhymed with stone, so I could turn my name into a terrible pun.
I could’ve gone through the whole alphabet putting each letter before ‘One’ (Aone, Bone, Cone, Done, you get the idea), that’s what I always did when I had to write poems for school, which resulted in some literary gold such as “Hounds cost pounds,” (Yes, that’s an exact line from a poem I wrote when I was 9 years old, I guess I meant they cost lots of money? Because even £1 is worth more than 20 South African Rand.) But instead of going through the whole alphabet, I did what any lazy person would do in my situation: I used the internet, specifically a site called rhymezone.com, which I’m sure has helped many an amateur rapper achieve their dreams. With a simple search of the word ‘Stone,’ Rhymezone gave me a plethora of rhyming words such as clone, blown, silicone, and saxophone (Thinking about it now, ‘The Rosetta Saxophone’ would’ve been an even better name. Oh well, too late now,) but one word stood out for me:
Scone
“Hey, I like scones.” I thought to myself as I read it. So yes, the ‘scone’ part of my blog name is simply because I like scones. I don’t even know how to bake them, but I’ve always enjoyed a good scone with a bit of jam on it. In fact, when I was a child, scones used to be my go-to food when eating out at a restaurant that I wasn’t sure of. You see, when I was a kid I was an incredibly fussy eater (I still am to be fair), so anything that was slimy, or had a strong taste or even a strange colour was inedible to me, so scones were always a safe bet. Their consistent solid texture and generic brown colour could always be relied on no matter what restaurant I went to. Scones saved me many times from ordering something I probably wouldn’t have liked, so for that, they deserve a tribute in the title of my blog.
Thank you for service, scones.
