My mother, although she was not much of a baker (by her own admission) occasionally made hot cross buns, but I would always forget until, well, Good Friday morning, when it was too late.
I remembered this year!
So after we returned from Holy Thursday at the convent where the boys served Mass, I got to work pulling together the shaggy, sticky dough. Formed them, let them rise a bit, then into the fridge. Pulled them out this morning, baked and….yes! Success. A couple that were in the middle were a bit underdone, but they were brown enough, so I had to take them out.
Good and “filling” was the verdict.