I froze my buns off this morning.

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Good thing this is not one of those years when we have an early Easter and the kids are off school this week. It was barely in the 20s when I bundled up and left the house for my walk.

I was determined to go despite the dithering by Mother Nature as to this March weather.

The temps are up – the temps are down. One day it’s warm, and the next day you freeze. Wednesday will be in the 60s with rain most of the day.

The old gal is indecisive to say the least.

I am not a feminist by any means, but I have to admit that I usually take exception when someone utters the phrase “it’s a woman’s prerogative to change her mind” … it doesn’t seem complimentary in the least to women.

But I have to admit … Mother Nature has been pretty ambivalent this past few weeks.

On this frosty morn, as I trekked to the border of Wyandotte and Lincoln Park, I noticed the mishmash of holiday décor in the neighborhoods where I walked. There were still some Halloween pumpkins and Thanksgiving turkeys adorning the landscape and lots of Christmas decorations as well. Hearts and cupids for Valentine’s Day and leprechauns for St. Pat’s Day are still hanging around, but very few Easter decorations.

I don’t have my Easter wreath up either because it is so cold that the big fuzzy bunny sticks to the screen door and his flattened face is not such a good look to the outside world.

The cold air made me hungry despite my over-sized portion of oatmeal I had this morning. After I returned home, while eating a container of Greek yogurt, I was wishing I was eating something warm and tasty instead. It got me thinking and soon I was remembering hot cross buns from my past – way back in Canada. After we moved here to the States, every Easter my mom would bemoan that the American hot cross buns lacked the oomph of their Canadian counterparts, like a liberal saturation of allspice, nutmeg and cinnamon as well as a bounty of candied fruit. In our family, we always gave up sweets for Lent, so that when we were allowed to indulge our sweet tooth once again on Good Friday, hopefully the treat we had long hankered for, lived up to its expectations. Good Friday was always the entire day off from work and school so our breakfast treat was oven-toasted hot cross buns, slathered with sweet butter and topped with English sweet orange marmalade. The smell wafted through the house and somehow those long weeks of going without sweets were quickly forgotten.

About lindasschaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, and this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for over three decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, although I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too.
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2 Responses to I froze my buns off this morning.

  1. Marge Aubin says:

    That sounded very tasty. I don’t think I ate a hot cross bun like that. Oh I had them.. I had them warm and a lot of butter and Jelly of your choice. But I don’t think we had them with fruit or candy in them. I still say they are good. It is very cold out.. Not chilly but cold. My little dog wouldn’t stay out there long today.

  2. lindasschaub says:

    They really had a different taste Marge – altogether different … they were even a darker-colored bread than here. And a lot more spice as well. And I think the ones here are mostly raisins or currants? The Canadian ones had the bits of green and red cherries, pineapple and the currants or raisins too. I think they were probably copying how English people would eat theirs. It was a tradition for our Good Friday breakfast for years. My mom would toast them on a cookie sheet, as Good Friday everything is closed – Easter Monday as well so we’d all be home Even with all Woody’s fur he would be cold – it was very cold this morning and even colder tomorrow morning. Silly weather – I heard it will be cold through April. Hope the magnolias don’t come out and then the cold damages them. Those snowdrops were pretty yesterday – I never saw them before, and I was looking on the photo place for a Springy-looking photo and saw them so I recognized them.

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