Weekends are busy, but I have decided to try to make more time for doing things that I love. This weekend it was baking a batch of my Grama’s buns. Spending the afternoon in the kitchen baking something from scratch was wonderful.

I grew up eating these buns. My Grama made them, my Mom made them, my daughter made them, and now I am making them. My daughter is a baker and she learned from my Mom and perfected the Grama bun early on, and now I have learned from her.

Our bun shape of choice is ever so important and must be a knot, and nothing else will do. Why you ask, because it tastes better when it’s a knot and that is the simple truth.

That first bite just takes me back to being a little girl standing in my Mom’s kitchen. Something homemade has the ability to transport us right back, the smell, the taste, what a wonderful thing.

As we were sampling today’s buns my husband said, “your Grama would be proud, these are amazing.”

It is my wish that this post inspires you to make a family recipe. Something from your childhood that brings back as many wonderful memories as my ‘Grama Buns’ did for me today.