Hot Cross Buns!

Hot Cross Buns! Hot Cross Buns! “

Get the bunnies, baskets, and bonnets out! And join us for a fun filled and hopping mad Easter. We have certainly got the spring in our step and ready for a boutique life fun filled Easter celebration. Out with the old and in with the new… We are loving Narcissi, daffodils, furry bunnies, new born lambs, pussy willow, willow baskets, lamb’s wool, and spring cleaned homes. Best of all the traditional Easter egg hunt! Outside we are trending terracotta pots and sphagnum moss, birch twigs and muscari and early cherry blossoms.

One of the earliest memories I have is off my Granny singing the age old Eater rhyme…”Hot cross buns, Hot cross buns, one a penny two a penny hot cross buns!” she even made a rag bunny out of an old white cloth… So the little Rhyme that my gran used to sing to me when I was small was the sales cry of Street vendors plying their wares.

The whole marking the bread with a cross was something that was done in the Pagan Saxon times. So not only do Christians celebrate Easter so do Pagans. In fact they would bake the bread with a cross in honour of the goddess Eostre …which is the most likely origin of the word Easter. The cross represented rebirth, after the winter of the four quarters of the moon as well as the four seasons in the wheel of life.

Nowadays Christians see the resurrection of Christ in the cross on top of the hot cross bun. It was quite late in the day when Easter as we now know it was put permanently on to the calendar and was linked to Christian celebrations. And if you have ever wondered why we only see Hot Cross Buns at Easter, it’s because during Elizabeth 1 reign, the London Clerk of Markets, issued a Royal decree forbidding the sale of spiced buns. Except at Christmas, Easter, Good Friday or for burials…Really!

“Hot cross buns Hot cross buns!”

 

We all love to eat them at Easter and some of us even try and have a go and bake them yet in the 1820’s in London’s East End, the site of a pub named The Widows Son, named after a widow whose son never returned from sea, Before the site of the pub was a cottage where the widow lived with her only son. According to the legend the widow baked hot cross buns for her boy who was supposed to have returned home on Good Friday. However the much loved son was lost at sea. But the widow was not prepared to believe that her precious son was gone so she continued to bake her hot cross buns, in the hope that he would walk in through the door. Every year she baked and her son never came. When she died, Buns were found hanging in the cottage from the beams as she had kept them from all the years she was baking. The sad story has since been kept alive by landlords past and present of the pub which now occupies the site. And to this day every Good Friday a ceremony takes place at The Widows Bun, when The Royal Navy arrives at the pub and place a new hot cross bun in the net above the bar. Rumour has it that Hot cross buns that are baked on Good Friday will never spoil.

So whatever the reason that you indulge in those hot cross buns, whether its Easter, Eostre, just make sure you share them with the ones you love and eat with lashings of best butter! Toasted or untoasted! Cheese or not!