Hot Cross Buns
The days of Momma HOchie's waking at 4 a.m. on Good Friday to bake us up a fresh batch of hot cross buns were over even before we became recovering Catholics. Rightly so, I may add. That woman slaved enough for us when we were kids, and still does daily.
Tonight (Thursday night), she surprised me.
Even before I got into the house, I could smell something wonderful.
I was greeted by those beauties and even though it's Holy Thursday today, it does not matter.
What matters is that Momma HO is funny and the best...even if I did have to hear her hateful, taunting rendition of "Hot Cross Buns" before work and periodically throughout the day.
I should have known she was up to something but I really did not expect all this.
"They're heavy," she says but I think they're just heavy on love.
