Hot cross buns
Hot cross buns
One a penny
Two a penny
Hot cross buns
If you have no daughters
Give ‘em to your sons
One a penny
Two a penny
Hot cross buns
Warning: this post may be uninteresting, and I’ll have no way of knowing until roughly 10 am, but I’m not holding off on publishing because then my suffering won’t seem as real to you.
I woke up at 7am on a holiday morning just so I could start the dough for cinnamon rolls (not hot cross buns, I just like that rhyme) so that they would be ready for an 11 o’clock brunch date. Dedicated? You bet I am…
Now, the dough is rising, I’m wide awake, and completely uninterested in all the blogs I currently have on my google reader. … so I went in search of some others. If you’re interested…
P.S. I just realized that my current design has no timestamp on posts. I seriously considered revamping the design just so you could see that I should not be awake right now. Then Grace Potter & The Nocturnals came up on my iTunes and I was inspired to make the best brunch playlist ever. Still, can’t you see that it’s too early for me to be awake? Feel sorry. Sympathize. Do something to make me feel better.