As you can see, the hot cross buns turned out beautifully. We Americans don't make a lot of bread in our culture, therefore when we do we tend to believe it's a tricky process, fragile in nature, and can go wrong if you as much as breathe on your dough the wrong way.
These rolls tell you it's not true. I messed them up six ways from Sunday, and they still came out gorgeous and tasty. The ones that are missing are test pieces -- one from the edge and one from the middle...I chose, selflessly, to be the one to sample them to make sure they had cooked and risen properly. I know, I know, I really am the Mother Theresa of our household. Sweet bun sampling is such an act of devotion and sacrifice....
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