So Sara's fabulous G-man suggested I try Schmidt's Pastry Cottage.
Schmidt's! Brilliant! I used to live next door to Schmidt's! And it was just eclairs, eclairs, eclairs for me every day. (And actually I don't really like eclairs that much.)
Anyway. I went to Schmidt's, and when I saw those buns (with lemon pie filling-free crosses) I was in Bun Heaven because they looked perfect. Only when I took a bite out of one, I discovered it was . . . stale. Maybe they were left over from last Easter?
Tragic! I think the Shmidt's bunnage had the potential to be the best. I may have to give them a second chance . . .
Also. In unrelated news I am so, so tired these days. Like, unnaturally tired. Maybe chasing down hot cross buns all over this land is wearing me out. And writing the column yesterday was exhausting. It turned into a screed, which exhausted me, because screed-ing is always exhausting.
But screeds are good now and then, right?