Easter egg chocolate is one of my shameful food predilections (the ‘regular’ stuff, none of this fancy ‘real’ chocolate business). After polishing off a hot chip butty, a can of baked beans or a Chiko roll*, I might as well bite the ears of a Red Tulip bunny and wallow in my gastronomic disgrace.
However, I would relinquish that ravaged rabbit in a nanosecond if offered a fresh Hot Cross Bun (I would even surrender my cache of Cadbury Marshmallow Bunnies – and I really love those).
Nothing gives me more pleasure than ripping into a freshly baked bread bun. I adore bread. Simply can’t resist the stuff…especially when it’s combined with aromatic spices, juicy currants and a sticky, sweet glaze.
Inconveniently, but perhaps unsurprisingly, the ingestion of wheat induces my physical devastation (and doesn’t do a whole lot for my emotional equilibrium either). Consequently, bread has become another of my shameful food predilections (apparently it’s not cool to moan about a ‘mystery’ illness when breadcrumbs can be spotted on your clothes…and in your hair, car, bed sheets…).
This Easter, however, I was determined to push aside all feelings of shame and guilt (and subdue any physical distress with a load of digestive enzymes) and hunt down Brisbane’s best Hot Cross Buns (you know, for the greater good and all that).