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hot cross buns

I had no idea that hot cross buns had any religious significance, but I suppose you learn something everyday. According to Wikipedia, hot cross buns are "traditionally eaten on Good Friday, with the cross standing as a symbol of the crucifixion." All I know is there were massive amounts of hot cross buns brought to work last Thursday before the long Easter holiday (Australia takes Good Friday and Easter Monday as holidays). I made it a point to try both the traditional hot cross bun with currants and the more popular hot cross bun with chocolate chips (apparently an Australian spin on the buns). I must say, warm bread with icing and chocolate chips served with a little bit of butter... mmm. I had two!

Happy Easter!

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