I don’t do Easter. I don’t do the related special days around it. I don’t even really do chocolate eggs. But I have to have my hot cross buns.
I’d never heard of – let alone actually eaten – a hot cross bun until I moved to Australia.
Man, what I was missing.
When they’re not great, they’re nothing special. But when you get a fresh, warm pillow of fruit and spices, it’s like delicious magic happening in your mouth.
Don’t like fruit? Then why not give chocolate chip hot cross buns a go?
Who needs tradition when it comes to having your ideal hot cross bun?
