A queue of woolly folks packed the small bakery that afternoon. It was one of those gorgeous Melbourne autumn days perfect for strolling, one part warm sunshine and two parts crisp cool air.
Lucky for my sib and dinnermates, I battled my way through the throng to acquire these beauties - in acknowledgement of Easter time of course.
Best enjoyed ripped in half with a dash of salty butter....mmm.
Even Gromit wants one.
4 comments:
O, Babkas *deep sigh* O splendid cavern of baked ore, O...I'll stop now.
Lucky thang! :-)
Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.Yum.
...ummm yes. Thank you so much Caz! Those buns were salubrious (as were those of the barman's at Deco!!!)
mmmm, those hot cross buns were indeed splendid! .... and you're right, i think i do detect gromit loitering in the background too ;-)
cheese, gromit, cheeeeeeese...
Post a Comment