If I were to name just one food that stands out from my childhood it would be all sorts of sweet buns and rolls that my mum was making for us. Years and years later, I have to say I still have a bit of a soft spot for these pillowy buns. I associate them so much with my childhood and the way they smelled every time I walked into the kitchen. I have very vivid memories of my sister and I glued to the oven and impatiently watching the dough rise and turn golden. We thought it was taking forever! There would hardly be any leftovers left, all gone within minutes distributed within family members and friends.
