REALLY? How am I supposed to deny myself these wonder buns hot out of the oven? My daughter V made them for all of us this morning on the occasion of her sister’s departure, our last chickadee to Berkeley. She is a self-taught baker extraordinaire. Everyone gains weight when she is home. I don’t have the patience or inclination to work with yeast and dough and rising and waiting. She whips up croissants, bagels, bread, cookies, cakes and pies like it’s child’s play. Plus… and so appreciated, she cleaned up the whole kitchen and packed her sister up for college. Thank you V!