Nothing beats the smell of hot cross buns toasting in the oven.
I used to beg my mother to buy a packet as soon as they hit the supermarket shelves. It marked the start of autumn and meant school holidays and a visit from the Easter Bunny were right around the corner.
These days, school has barely started when hot cross buns start appearing on the shelves. Easter is still 66 days away.
A toasted treat is the last thing I feel like in the middle of our long, hot summer. And I'm still working off all the Christmas pudding I ate during the festive season.
Swinging from one holiday to the next is a bit much for this consumer.