One hot cross bun is not going to derail your life. It’s a treat, a tradition, a little circle of happiness. Eating it with guilt is like watching a comedy with a frown—pointless.
So go ahead. Toast it. Butter it lightly. Savour every bite of that spiced, fruity, cross-topped marvel. Your body will handle it just fine.
And remember: a life without hot cross buns is a life where someone forgot to turn on the oven. You deserve the warmth, the sweetness, and the silly little cross that makes no sense unless you’re a baker in the 14th century.
Eat the bun. Smile at the calories. And know that today, you’re exactly where you need to be—cozy, fed, and loved. Now pass the tea.
