#SoCS Mar 17/18 – Buns

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “bun.” Find a word that contains “bun” or use it as a word all by itself. Have fun!

Now Linda, you are quite naughty, giving us a prompt like bun!

BUNS!

I could go all American and talk about the merits of the sweet buns my Hubby Dearest has (it’s just peachy!) and the fact that this past week, I have noticed that my Lil Man has suddenly started filling the back seat of his pants in a similar fashion.

Not a bad bodily trait to have inherited from his father!

In fact, I have been enjoying teasing him a little (I know, cruel mummy, but what can I do?!)  about the fact that his cute lil tushie may just start attracting the attention of the opposite sex, but you know 12 year-old-boys – that is not really on his agenda of things to do just yet!

No, I won’t write about that.

So instead, I’ll go all seasonal.

In case it’s missed your attention anywhere in the world, it is Easter weekend. Celebrating the resurrection of Christ if you are Christian and religious, and celebrating the abundance of chocolate eggs, Cadbury’s Mini Eggs, Cadbury’s Crème Eggs, chocolate bunnies… (you get the gist?) and Hot Cross Buns!

Oooh, those sweet, spiced little-crossed buns of deliciousness!

I know you can get them pretty much any time of year now, but I do associate them with Easter, and traditionally, that is when they were made.

  • Way back in the twelfth century an Anglican monk apparently made them and added the cross in honour of Good Friday.
  • The superstitious English population of the sixteenth century thought they were medicinal, or magical even, so Elizabeth the First limited their production or sale of these sweet buns to funerals, Christmas and the Friday before Easter. Though that didn’t last as people would just make them at home.
  • Did you know the belief was that if you made Hot Cross Buns on Good Friday they would never go stale??
  • People even hung buns freshly baked on Good Friday to the rafters of their houses as they thought they would ward off evil spirits in the coming year.
  • Then there was the rather lovely belief that sharing a Hot Cross Bun with loved ones guaranteed friendship in the coming year!

Now, I could have written a haibun, but a limerick came to mind instead!

There’s nothing quite like the taste
Of butter melted in haste
On a toasted cross bun
That’s hot and just YUM
But too many aren’t good for your waist!

Ritu 2018

Going back to that last belief I mentioned, I’d love to share a virtual Hot Cross Bun with all of you reading, and may our Blog-Pal-Ship last a happy, long time!

Happy Easter Peeps!


Happy Saturday Peeps!

https://lindaghill.com/2018/03/30/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-march-30-18/

49 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. foodzesty
    Apr 02, 2018 @ 07:15:51

    Nice!!! 🙂

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  2. Pam Avoledo
    Apr 01, 2018 @ 16:10:09

    Love the photo! Happy Easter!

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  3. OIKOS™-Redaktion
    Mar 31, 2018 @ 16:34:04

    Reply

  4. pranabaxom
    Mar 31, 2018 @ 15:01:05

    Naughty mummy indeed.
    Too many of those hot cross buns not only bad for the waist but spoils that bun on the rear also.

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  5. Erika Kind
    Mar 31, 2018 @ 14:32:23

    Lots of bun facts, sis! I only new the word “bun” for roll or biscuit. And to talk about the first meaning: I always thought the word was “bum”… lol! So, I learned another synonym for it… hehe!

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  6. trentpmcd
    Mar 31, 2018 @ 14:05:33

    You’d be surprised at what is on the agenda of 12-year-old boys, but there is nothing as far from that agenda as talking about it with their moms 😉

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  7. syl65
    Mar 31, 2018 @ 13:05:26

    Hot buns, The Beatles and laughs, thank you Sister!!

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  8. Dan Antion
    Mar 31, 2018 @ 12:32:52

    I think you’ve guaranteed blogger friendship for a year – Happy Easter, Ritu.

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  9. Tony Burgess
    Mar 31, 2018 @ 09:10:17

    Now I could go for a hot crossed bun with a cuppa coffee. Give your son about a year and he will start noticing girls in a different way.

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  10. willowdot21
    Mar 31, 2018 @ 07:35:40

    Funny and interesting post as ever Sis❤️💜 Hay a lovely Easter weekend provided we don’t get washed away 🐣🐥🐤🐇🐰💜💜

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  11. sarahsouthwest
    Mar 31, 2018 @ 07:20:04

    Nice one, Ritu. You just reminded me of this – had to look it up for you:
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Widow%27s_Son,_London

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