Pillows of feathery wheaten dreams, redolent with cardamom, pistachio, orange. The kind of bread you can peel back, layer by wispy layer to reveal the occasional treasure of milk or orange dark chocolate chunk and think that all-nighter I just pulled was worth it, if only to realize this luxe, exotic cousin to the hot cross bun. They’re also store-quality. So I’ve been told. 🙌