Each year on Good Friday we gather our friends and family in our garden to eat hot cross buns, drink tea and chat while the children run wild. Our neighbour in Fremantle had been doing just that for the twenty years he lived in Western Australia, and he invited us around to join him in his courtyard a few weeks after we moved next door when Lewis was just a babe in arms. When he moved to Tasmania five years ago we decided to take up his tradition and make it our own.
I have always ordered our buns from my favourite organic bakery in South Fremantle. But after the health shop telephoned last week to let me know they would not be able to fill my order, the pressure was on to bake some just as good. The sourdough hot cross buns I made were joined by some traditional European Easter breads - beautiful bunny rabbits made by my Swiss friend Sabine, and sweet twists of Osterzopf baked by two German friends.
We sat under the trees and ate, talked and laughed and wondered where the year had gone since we had last gathered there. Like every year we were left with far too many buns. I will be eating them toasted and slathered with butter for breakfast well into winter. It is my staple diet at this time of year, along with a little chocolate and the odd tamarillo or two.
The holidays stretch before us golden and long. Happy Easter from our family to yours.