One a Penny, Two a Penny, Hot Cross Buns!

Hot-cross buns!
Hot-cross buns!
One a penny, two a penny,
Hot-cross buns!
If you have no daughters,
Give them to your sons;
One a penny, two a penny,
Hot-cross buns!

I grew up on the Mother Goose rhyme. I sang it as a girl, skipping through a world as sweet as the sticky buns I chanted about. Centuries of lore and tradition, Christianity and paganism, woven into a simple children’s song — isn’t this history? The long story of people, remembered in our poetry and on our palates.

Today is Good Friday, so in keeping with tradition, we made hot cross buns. We tried a new recipe, which promised to be authentic. We ate them hot out of the oven. Delicious.