Friday, April 10, 2009
They were hot from the oven, they had crosses of confectionery sugar dribbling down their sides, and they were buns shaped from the yeasty dough laden with spices.
It was Good Friday afternoon and time to remember the Lamb of God sacrificed on the Cross. Time to pause, feast and read scripture.
Eating the top of the bun first, the icing cross. There is symbolism in there somewhere for me, but for her it was pure sweetness from the start.
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