Sugar comes back to our kitchen on Holy Saturdays after a forty day absence. It feeds the yeast that leavens the dough for our favorite Easter treat, Philadelphia Sticky Buns. My husband carefully kneads the rising dough and leaves it on a covered bowl to double. Then it will be kneaded again preparatory to a second rising.
While the dough rises, my husband prepares a bed of chopped pecans, corn syrup, and brown sugar in a pan to receive the sticky bun coils. When the dough is ready, our children fight over who will help their Daddy cut and roll the dough into little buns. Each will have a turn, each one’s concentration broken either by daddy’s admonition to put the bun right side up in the pan or by a child asking, “Is this alright, Daddy?” Soon the pan fills up with dough rolls distinguished by the age and skill of the hands that shaped them. After awhile, the aroma of baking bread, caramelizing sugar, and roasting pecans wafts out of the oven and fills every corner of our home.