The night before Easter, I had grand ambitions of rising early and baking off a batch of these Hot Cross Buns for my family (since I obviously failed to do it on Good Friday).
But as is often the case, my grand ambitions fell flat on their face when the reality of a sleepless infant left me feeling a bit groggy Easter morning. Ok, a LOT groggy.
I may or may not have overheard my normally optimistic husband say upon waking, "Jesus already arose... so why do I have to?" It was bad.
There I was standing in my kitchen, bun-less and sleep-deprived with three little hopeful faces begging for a holiday breakfast magic show. I was hoping to pull off scrambled eggs.
As they say, necessity is the mother of invention, and since we had to eat something I decided to compromise and use inspiration from a traditional Hot Cross Buns recipe, plus a few random leftovers in my fridge, to crank out a whole new Easter favorite. And that's what we did.
But as is often the case, my grand ambitions fell flat on their face when the reality of a sleepless infant left me feeling a bit groggy Easter morning. Ok, a LOT groggy.
I may or may not have overheard my normally optimistic husband say upon waking, "Jesus already arose... so why do I have to?" It was bad.
There I was standing in my kitchen, bun-less and sleep-deprived with three little hopeful faces begging for a holiday breakfast magic show. I was hoping to pull off scrambled eggs.
As they say, necessity is the mother of invention, and since we had to eat something I decided to compromise and use inspiration from a traditional Hot Cross Buns recipe, plus a few random leftovers in my fridge, to crank out a whole new Easter favorite. And that's what we did.
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