Five years later
Remember Easter? I can’t really but we did take all these photos of my papa’s scrumptious hot cross buns. Those I remember.
Although sourdough hot cross buns are one of god's gift to earth we made yeasted buns, and by we I mean my dad and I ate them with a whole stick of butter.
Yeasted because Dad couldn't find the book with the recipe in that we usually use for sourdough and they are pretty damn-near-close as good. The book mysteriously went missing about the same time as I moved out. I swear I don't have it, but I still get suspicious looks every time Easter comes around.
Anyway here are the little bunnies
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