the bunlog

Today is the national Cinnamon Bun Day of Sweden. Now that’s the spirit!

Guilt. I admit it. Not only did I spend four hours in Ikea spending money but I also ate a real swedish apple pie. With ice cream. And I hate to say this but it was pretty ok.

Remorse. Even though I ate the Ikea bun I did also visit a nice little coffee house – Mokkamestarit – in Tampere. It was a muffin, but still, it was a Finnish version and also the coffee was really good. I recommend this place for people who like to taste some exotic coffee flavors.

China, of course, is most known for their delicious buns; buns so tasty that even the inhabitants of the Moon try to get a glimpse of them. This particular individual is a fine Pineapple Bun in its natural surroundings of Ritan Park, Beijing.

As Chairman Mao once said: Let a hundred buns bloom: let a hundred bakery schools contend.

Some news from the world caught my eye lately. The message was basically this:

• TV reporter was detained for fabricating story on steamed buns stuffed with cardboard in China
• A city-wide inspection of bun vendors found no such cases, China Daily said
• Beijing TV apologized for failing to check the report’s authenticity

The Friday Bun Society has only one opinion about the topic (naturally, as we are the source of Ultimate Truth, and there can be only one truth here): don’t you even think about mixing unbunny materials into Buns. Also, don’t even consider faking an article that places the honor of innocent Buns in jeopardy.

Buns are to be taken seriously (although there’s no need to be too serious when taking a Bun). Breaking the unwritten Law of Bun Honor (written above) yields the most devastating penalty: the Wrath of the Society shall be place upon you. So don’t.

It’s been a while again since a bun-related post last saw daylight. Not that this one will, as it’s getting late, and the sun is not in sight anymore – not that it had even been today, as it’s been very cloudy all day – but I’ll post this anyway, just to show them.

The main content of the post is a mocha-flavored hyper-delicious piece of heavenly delight. This particular individual was acquired from a small, cozy bakery-cafeteria at Orivesi (Oriveden leipomo, I believe, is the place). Just go there and eat one. They are also available with pink stuff and white cream, without the mocha flavour, if you’re not into it.

As it happens, we – as in me and some of my friends and relatives – have nominated these sort of buns ‘motivations’. So now you know where to go if you’re feeling slightly unmotivated.

To give this site some actual content for a change, I decided to upload a few bun pictures from my cell phone. I hope this encourages my Fellow Founders to do the same. It’s summer time and we should be eating buns every day. Still there are no bun reports! Very disturbing.

The first picture was taken in the small town of Vammala. Vammala means something like Injury Town in English, but as far as the bun was concerned, it had no visible injuries nor did it inflict any injuries to me. I can’t say I’m disappointed, but I wonder why they chose to pick such an ominous name for their community if they don’t intend to hurt anyone. The bun itself, an oversized triangular doughnut (kolmiomunkki in Finnish), was ok. (BTW, we definitely need a bun glossary on this site.)

The second picture portrays a muffin enjoyed at the Korkeasaari Zoo in Helsinki. The muffin was a typical mass-produced industrial bun: dry and pretty tasteless. However, kudos to the zoo for selling some delicious fair trade coffee. It sure adds to the enjoyment when you know your consumption makes the world a better place and the big coffee corporation poor coffee farmer gets a proper payment. If only anyone sold fair trade buns.

The third and last picture was taken last weekend in Moominworld in Naantali. I had heard rumours about their savoury doughnuts in advance and they proved correct. The bun was simply excellent. Sounds too good to be true? It is. The Moominworld itself could be named Parents’ Wallet Exploitation World. Entrance fee for each and every family member is 17 euros and almost everything else costs too much as well. As much as I like eating perfect doughnuts surrounded by anusless white characters, that’s a bit too much for my budget.

A fellow FBS founder and I recently attended a two-day course at Hotel Keurusselkä in Keuruu in Central Finland. It was there that we enjoyed this quite-sweet-but-not-too-sweet and all in all very delicious piece of cake.

There are some eerie coincidences about this cake, though. Like I said, it was served to us in Keuruu, a place where I once served the Finnish war machine for nearly a year. Another FBS founder is also known to have lived in Keuruu in his youth. As if that were not enough, the cake was baked by Elosen Leipomo, a bakery in Jämsä, the home town of another FBS founder! This can’t all be just coincidence. Maybe the bunkind is trying to contact mankind. Maybe they are trying to tell us to eat more buns and they have chosen our Society to be the messenger.

The Friday Bun Society is proud to present the first Bun of Corruption in the history of the Society. This delicious cake was provided as a heartful gift by the café Nostalgia. There’s no doubt what is the best place to go for a Friday Bun!