Easter Baking Extravaganza: Hot (Cross?) Buns

Being mostly bedbound and unable to eat DOES NOT have to mean you can't do something you love. For me, that's cooking and baking.

Mama and I had a busy fun filled afternoon Baking the first batch of Easter goodies: Traditional Hot Cross Buns, pepped up with cinnamon and citrus peel, as well as the ubiquitous sultanas. The day got off to a bit of a dodgy start. My scales were playing hide and seek, Mama forgot the second type of flour to make the essential crosses with, and the small measuring jug that used to be kept in the kitchen was turned into a bile bag measurer months ago.

Dry ingredients sifted & mixed

So, Mama made a mercy dash back to her home for the missing stuff as I pressed on, (weighing scales found), with measuring out the dry ingredients. I was so eager and focused on measuring out my two weighing tubs of flour, (my scales only go up to 450g and I needed 500g), that I had dumped the first lot of flour unsifted into our mixing bowl. It was only when I was halfway through measuring out the rest of the flour that I realised my mistake.

Big cook Little cook

Horrified at what Mama would say, the girl guide in me took over. I stopped my measuring,  took the tub off the scales so I didn't knock 100g of flour all over the bed, and got a nurse to help me spoon the mixing bowl of flour into an empty clean ice-cream tub. Cue some expert sifting, my mistake was rectified.

By the time Mama arrived back, all the dry ingredients, (flour, salt and sugar), we're ready in the mixing bowl and the yeast packet was in the process of being opened. Together we gradually mixed in the watered down milk until our dough was well formed but sticky. We turfed it out of it's pot and onto a chopping board on the bed. It was ready to knead.

Mixing decks

It's amazing what an impression something can make on you at a young age without you realising, even after only doing it once. When I was 12 I went on a school trip to France. On one of the outings, we went and made Pain Au Chocolat at a local Boulongorie. It was the only time I've kneaded bresd dough until today, but as soon as that dough was on the board and under my fists it all came back to me.

Rosie Kneads Dough

The hardest bit of the whole enterprise was getting the bloody sultanas, orange zest and mixed citrus peel into our dough. Oh my god! As soon as you pressed them in, the ones you'd put in earlier would pop out! It didn't help that I was trying to do this back in the mixing bowl as Mama cut the orange zest on the board. Occasionally I'd turf her off, Chuck the dough on the board and knead it a fresh. After a couple of repetitions, plenty of swearing and laughing later our dried fruit adversaries resolve started to wane. Exhausted, but with currents running evenly through we left the dough in its bowl to prove.

And boy did it prove. Double it's size, happy and majestic. I buttered the baking trays, and together we took handfuls of our springy dough mix rounding it into even sized balls until we had a good bakers dozen plus one good sized patties on our tray. Whilst waiting for them to prove again, we made our piping mix for the most scary and exciting bit yet: piping the all important crosses.

Crossing the Buns...

Ordinary flour, sugar and the rest of our milky water spooned into a crudely made piping bag, (plastic bag with the end chopped off). Both of us having never piped anything before, Mama had a go first to get the idea before handing over to me. Hmm... I'll say piping is not my forte yet but I managed 7 reasonable attempts all mostly cross shaped.

The next job was getting them home to Mama's house to bake. By this time my TPN nurse had arrived as well, (the clock had struck 8), just to add to the general melee. A washing basket commandeered for one baking tray, the other was placed in the box Mama had used to bring the equipment over with her. Both trays will be baked at home. Drive safely Mama, you are carrying precious cargo on board...

Tray 1 of Hot Cross Buns 

Tray 2 of Hot Cross Buns