But never the last drop.
I can still remember, as a child growing up in South Africa, how the bakery down the road from our house, would have this unmistakable, sweet and cinnamon spiced whiff at a very particular time of the year. It was the smell of freshly baked hot cross buns and it was only present once a year and lasted no longer than 2-3 weeks (if my memory serves me correctly). Our family would usually only have hot cross buns over the Easter long weekend and it was something I always looked forward to (and still do).
So, imagine my surprise when I walked into a supermarket this week and found the same distinct aroma coming from its bakery. Hot cross buns where available and it was the week before Valentine's Day. Its only February and Easter is almost two whole months away! This got me thinking about some hard truths about traditions, beliefs and the commercialization of both.