It is all about the cinnamon buns

I never really was fan of cinnamon buns. They were something I could easily say no to.

That is until I had my first taste of the habit-forming Headingly hutterite colony cinnamon buns.

Hot out of the oven, with their heavenly cream cheese icing, it doesn't get much better.

Also maybe because these tasty treats are only available maybe two, three, four times a year makes them all the more irresistible.

I have converted many a non-cinnamon bun hater into a bun-lover. My sister C converted me.

Last Saturday we made the trip out to Headingley to pick-up chickens. The chickens are very tasty too.

We usually split-up. One person stands in the chicken line, the other person gets the cinnamon buns and all the other goodies. We trade-off until we can no longer carry any more buns, jams etc to our car.

I got to go first to get the goodies.

As I walked down the hallway from the chicken killing floor to the other side of the building I noticed no people, no goodies and NO CINNAMON BUNS!

Where are the cinnamon buns I asked?

Our minister is sick so there are no buns today was the reply.

I selfishly said, "Oh no, no cinnamon buns. How can that be?" and thought to my self "What the minister doesn't make them. Where are the buns?"

The nice man, hoping to be helpful replied, "We also have pork chops."

It would be so un-Christian for me to post what I thought of his pork chop offer.