They are only fruit buns. I know this and yet, every single year, I find myself getting excited about Easter buns. Warm or cold, with butter or without, sitting with a hot drink or eaten on the run; there is something about these soft, spiced fruit buns that I simply cannot resist. I'll probably eat a dozen or more between now and the end of Easter. I'll eat them at various bakeries, at the houses of friends, at my parents' house, at home. Mostly my love is for the traditional and fruity (the more orange peel, the better, but I won't be saying no to any chocolate chip ones that come my way.
What does strike me as funny is that, until next Easter, I'm very unlikely to think of, bake, or seek out fruit buns. What is this spell which they cast over me for two or three weeks of a year? I'm not religious, so the christian adornment should have no influence ove me. I suppose it must be the sheer availability of them at this time of year. Probably also the numerous advertising campaigns, each claiming their buns to be softer and more fruity than any bun before. Whatever the reason for my annual cravings, I'm quite happy to take the path of least resistance. To take it with a pat of butter and a mug of hot chocolate.
mmm..yummy.
Speaking of buns, we have a bun of another kind cooking away at the moment. It should be fully baked in late October. Unless it turns out to be as punctual me and my two sisters, in which case it will early November.
image via Gourmet Traveller
