Hot Cross Buns

I see the twerp has been here driveling about. Sorry about all the run on sentences, misused terminology, (smelt instead of smelled?,  aargghh) etc. Well back to the topic of the day.
Today is the Saturday before Easter also called Black Saturday, Holy Saturday, Sabbatum Sanctum, or Easter Eve; the day that the crucified body of Jesus lay in the tomb. I think it's likely that the apostles probably spent the day after Jesus died rending their garments, putting ashes on their heads and generally wailing and sobbing. This would work well for me since most of my clothes are already torn or about to tear. As for the ashes, I could clean the long neglected fireplace after which I would be sufficiently covered with ashes.
A lot of people are probably shopping for Peeps, Cadburys, and chocolate bunnies or finishing touches for the Easter outfit. But for me, the Saturday before Easter means one thing. Today is the day to buy hot cross buns. Until recently, finding decent hot cross buns has not been an easy task. I found this one at Breadsmith and it's not bad, pretty good actually. Having tried hot cross buns from the supermarket bakeries and each time ending up disappointed, I bought a six pack of the Breadsmith hot cross buns. They will be safe until I eat the last one, since Old Whatshername will not eat raisins or candied fruit or anything that contains them. Stranded on a desert island with only hot cross buns to eat, she would starve.

Back in the days of yore (from the 50s to the 80s or there about) there was a place on Minnesota Avenue in Sioux Falls, The Dixie Bake Shop, where you could get wonderful hard rolls, French baguettes, and the raised glazed donuts for which they were famous. A couple weeks before and up to Easter Saturday, they would have the best hot cross buns.
Hot cross buns are so good that many preachers have abandoned hell-fire and brimstone preaching altogether. Instead they just take that wayward soul, agnostic or atheist down to the church basement and give them a hot cross bun with some weak coffee. Before they leave, everyone of them will have their arms in the air singing "Praise the Lord".
Happy Easter everyone.