cinnamon buns, hurrah.
Buns, not bums.
My childhood food memories are amazing… well, the clarity in which I remember them at least. I remember me and my sister making “lemonade,” when we had to go to work with my Mum during the school holidays. While my Mum did something on the computer (sometimes she let us help stamp envelopes) we supposedly “behaved” ourselves in the staff room. Our “behaving” included stirring spoonfuls of sugar from the coffee station into glasses of water and sculling them back. We then proceeded to bounce of the walls while watching Sesame Street. Yeah, you bet we behaved.
I remember eating sultanas and sunflower seeds from small wooden bowls, sitting on a green plaid picnic blanket spread on the floor to (hopefully) save the carpet. Scary thing is, when I was back in New Zealand at the end of last year, my parents used the very same picnic blanket under Misty’s high chair. Creepy.
Weekend lunches usually included a trip to the bakery to collect a loaf of bread for sandwiches (margerine and luncheon for me, shudder) plus either a Boston Bun or Chelsea Buns.
The Boston variety – with either pink or white icing, sometimes the excitement over what it would be would be so intense.
The Chelsea buns.
For some reason I dreaded the days we would get the Chelsea Buns… I’m not sure what it was about these buns that I despised. Raisins, cinnamon, sweet doughy fluffy white buns? Most kids would love these sugary buns of glory… not me though. Actually, I think it was the cinnamon I didn’t like which is bizzare as I love the stuff now.
Misty has inherited my love of all things raisins though… he picks each one up individually, inspecting it thoroughly before finally, placing it carefully in his mouth. Then he repeats the process maybe 50 times. He also kindly shares them with Boosty. And hides them between the couch cushions and in my kitchen utensil drawers. Good boy.
I’m resisting the urge to go grocery shopping… I’m trying to whittle down my supplies, empty jars and packets, clean out scraps. Things I ALWAYS have on hand include oats, apples, and raisins. I had a weeny bit of coconut flour and cinnamon sculking around in corners of boxes, and so another ‘no baking required,’ recipe has been born. My blurry version (?) of a childhood memory.
(RAW, vegan, nut, gluten and cane sugar free)
Makes 8 Buns
- 1t ground cinnamon
- 2 apples, peeled, cored and grated
- 6T oats (certified gluten free)
- 4T coconut flour
- 1/2t sea salt
- 1t vanilla extract
- Raisin Jam (recipe below) or jam of your choice
- Coconut butter for drizzling
- Pulse everything in a food processor until a soft sort of ‘dough’ forms.
- Roll into 8 balls, smoosh down a bit, and make an indent for the jam. (Like you are making Thumb Print Cookies or similar).
- Dollop in some raisin ‘jam’ and drizzle with coconut butter.
This is not sweet… feel free to add a hint of honey or agave if you want a sugar hit. I find the raisins enough sweetness for me.
- 4T orange juice (any juice will do)
- 1/2C raisins
- 1/4t vanilla extract
- Pinch of sea salt
- Pulse all ingredients together until the mix forms a sort of ‘jam.’ Leaving it slightly chunky is nice for texture.