#772

My name is Nicky, and I'm a hot cross bun-aholic...

It's that time of year again. I see them in the supermarket, sitting there on the shelf staring at me with all their fruity, buttery, sticky goodness. They call out to me... "Eat me! Eat me!" they shout, like little baked temptresses.

By the time Easter has passed I fear I may need a tow truck to get me out of the house.

Why haven't I blipped one, you ask? Well, that is pretty impossible as it wouldn't last long enough to be photographed without being scoffed...