...don't want none unless you got buns, hon'.

I was looking at the wall of pictures at the kids' school. There were kids playing, learning, the usual. I noticed the Baby was in every picture. He saw me looking at them and proudly came up to me and said, "Look at deez pictures. Here I am scratchin' my butt." Yes. Indeed he was.

And here's where I segue into buns. Get it? When I visited Tartine in San Francisco, I'm pretty sure I found perfection. It came in the shape of a so called 'morning bun' and right then I decided nothing could come close.

I found the recipe online, but realized that I was in no mood to make croissant dough. So I did the next best thing and tried to improvise. I took the Barefoot Contessa idea of using puff pastry as a shortcut.

What I got, was next to amazing. Sure it didn't have that same doughy bun taste, but the flavor - WOW. Only after reading the recipe did I figure out that yes, it was the orange zest that made that Tartine bun so flavorful and fragrant. These had the same quality, albeit with a little extra crunch.

I made these twice and could not stop eating them. Didn't even share. Not even with the little butt scratcher.

Morning buns recipe