I made hot cross buns Thursday night late, then frosted them first thing this morning. 
I've never been a big fan of the flavor of hot cross buns, although I'm always a fan of traditions. John, however, loved them and ended up eating four of the six buns!
Later in the morning we dyed Easter eggs because I wanted them completed in time for the blessing of food Saturday at noon.
What you might be thinking: What a clever mother to busy her son for a longer period of time by letting him use the Easter egg dye to paint! And yet, why would she give him such big bowls of the colored water? So much water potentially to spill . . . In fact, look at that bowl of green dye, perched perilously close to the edge of the table. A one-year-old could reach up in a flash and splash down that entire bowl of green dye, covering that harried mother's freshly mopped floor, soaking the children's coordinating, appropriately somber navy blue outfits. And doesn't that mother know that Easter egg dye does, in fact, stay on skin such that she will have to take her little children with green arms and green legs to church for Stations that day? Tsk tsk, maybe that mother wasn't so clever after all . . .We did take the children to Stations of the Cross, then Chris went to the Mass of the Presanctified at three o'clock, and I went to Tenebrae service in the evening. I am ending this day of abstinence and fasting with some extra penance by baking two batches of double fudge brownies to deliver to our church tomorrow, to be served to the local homeless on Easter--brownies I may not even sample!
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ReplyDeleteGood for you on the brownies. I wanted to make cinnamon rolls yesterday so I wouldn't eat them, but that didn't happen. Now there are no restraints. :-(