Hot cross buns are back on supermarket shelves and I couldn’t be happier about it. Nothing better than a hot cross bun, lightly warmed, dripping butter. I love the traditional fruit but will happily try the newer flavours like chocolate and coffee. Even a brioche variety! Fuck yeah, delightful. I’ve even *gasp* had the plain ones. Butter, jam- yep, 10/10, would eat again. Whats not to like?
But some people are fucking miserable about it. “IT’S ONLY JANUARY OMG!” “MY SUPERMARKET HAD THEM IN DECEMBER!!”
They are so damn angry and it occurred to me recently that, while I never use the expression “first world problems” because it’s kinda mean and reductive, this has to be the ultimate one. A product being available BEFORE you want to buy it has you frothing at the mouth? Hilarious!
Hot Cross Buns should be illegal to sell outside of the month of Easter. It is wayyyyy too early right now 😓
Every year, I subject myself to a round of pre-Christmas movie watching. I am not entirely sure why. It’s sure beats Christmas music! I’m an atheist but there is something nostalgic about watching certain Christmas movies, like It’s a Wonderful Life or (don’t judge me, I can’t even explain it) The Santa Clause. I do draw the line at Elf, because while Will Ferrell might actually be an exemplary actor and terrific guy, something about his face bothers me and I can’t spend 1 hour and 37 minutes looking at it. I am sorry, Will, if you are reading this.
This time of year is full of tinsel, food and celebrations. Work parties, family get-togethers, catching up with friends. Add in the seemingly endless trips to the shops and it’s easy for anyone to feel a bit overwhelmed. But what if festive is the last thing you’re feeling right now? What if, instead of excited and happy, planning your holidays or stocking up for a party, you’re riding a tidal wave of shock and grief and loss?
It’s all about perspective, isn’t it? When you’re a kid, it’s pretty spectacular. Chocolate, lollies and snacks at every turn. Gifts from mum, dad, all your aunties and uncles and from some total stranger who breaks into your house to leave them every December 24th. As you get older, the magic is still there, if you want it to be. But no matter how hard you hit the Bublé , baubles and bubbly, there’s still one looming monster that requires your attention. It’s where a Christmas gift guide can come in kinda handy, so, you’re welcome!