Comfort food, or Interpretive Hot Cross Buns

Everybody’s killing time in the kitchen during the self-isolation, and while I do everything I can to avoid cooking, I can occasionally be moved to bake.

There’s a french patisserie on our shopping street that makes something they call a Viennese, but I call brioche with chocolate chips (they get very irritated about it too) and I woke up this morning wanting one.  Thinking it was Saturday, I thought I might be able to con MT into getting me one on his way back from his pilates (1-on-1 and medically necessary).  This backfired on two fronts:  it’s Friday, and everything is well and truly shut because it’s Good Friday.

So then I thought, the next best thing might be chocolate chip bread, and I have a bread machine.  So I googled, and I found this recipe.  3 hours later I had a loaf shaped nirvana.  Seriously, it’s amazing.  Even MT has been sneaking slices and he usually isn’t moved by baked goods.  He says it tastes like hot cross buns, which makes this the first time I’ve ever been prepared for a holiday, even if accidentally.

Did I mention it has cinnamon in it?  No?  It does.  I doubt this will make it through the night.

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