Rock buns

When I was young we spent two weeks of every summer in Exeter visiting my grandparents. Ferry from Belfast to Scotland and, in my memory, the longest drive in the world down through England, most of it fighting with my brother and sister about who had to sit in the middle of the backseat.

Anyway, my Gran always used to bake rock buns. I hadn't thought of them in years but came across them in a food mag today and decided to give them a go. They taste as good as I remember!