Bath, Revisited. Like Brideshead Revisited but without all the intrigue. And featuring only me. Which is a very longwinded way of saying that I was recently back in Bath, England. A place I clearly adore. From the stunning Georgian architecture to the sunny, sweeping Royal Crescent to towering Bath Abbey, Bath is awe inspiring.
I’ve been there for pre-Christmas strolls and for Roman baths, but this most recent trip was about something else altogether more powerful. Buns. Specifically the Sally Lunn bun. (Which is quite similar to a delicious brioche in taste if we are going to be honest.) Sally Lunn’s is one of the oldest buildings in Bath and was supposedly the kitchen of the Huguenot baker who invented the now famous Bath bun and gave her name to it. Or at least, the Anglicised version of her name. She was actually called Solange Luyon.
Calling it a bun makes it sound like a stodgy, measley carb that you’re meant to slap a hamburger on. These are something altogether different. Light and buttery like brioche, with a hint of spice and heavenly warm but still delicious cold.
I’d like this post to honour the location of the creation of a truly wonderful gift to the world.
Have you ever had a Lunn bun?